Poor Marquees Alger...
Outside the room, Alger's butler was rushing into Alger's room since he heard the sound of crashing, however, a servant then appeared in front of him.
"You can't go in there"
"Clif, what are you doing? Why are you stopping me? Also, as Marquees Alger's personnel guard, shouldn't you rush in and check what happened as well? Why are you still here?"
"Nothing is happening inside; I don't want to stop you. I am just fulfilling Marquees Alger's wish. He says he doesn't want to be disturbed.
Also, the voice you heard was him throwing around a fit, he seems really angry."
"Angry? About what?"
Clif then gave him a blank look as he replied,
"How would I know?"
"True…"
"Now look, I don't care about you, but I still want to live. So if you want to go inside, just knock me unconscious, else I won't let you"
"Uggh… okay, I will leave. By your expression, he must be really angry huh…"
"Yes, I don't know what happened bu-"
*Smash*