Samantha was puzzled. She did not know why the topic would relate to Assistant Pack's type of girl. She looked at Henderson in confusion.
Henderson's face was expressionless. He had long and slender fingers, as well as big palms. He easily wrapped around Samantha's small and delicate hands, without a gap, claiming his excessive possession.
Brinton wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and let out a cough, "Master, Miss Jackson is so cute that everyone would love her. However, the point was that she really is not my type..."
Instantly, Henderson smiled icily, "It's bad of me for neglecting your personal needs. I'll get you some blond-haired, blue-eyed beauties in the next few days."
Brinton thought, "Even if you don't, I wouldn't dare to go after the same woman as you." He imm
