She finally understood why so many subordinates were utterly loyal and unhesitatingly devoted to him—it was his unique personal charisma that compelled people to submit and admire him from the bottom of their hearts.
"Impossible, Third Young Master, what are you talking about?"
The subordinates were impassioned, each displaying an expression of disbelief, fervently expressing their thoughts.
"If there is a spy, it could be anyone but you."
"We absolutely don't believe it's you."
A group of burly men jostled to express their absolute trust in him without reservations.
"If it's not me, then who do you all think the spy is?" Jun Third Young Master retorted.
Everyone was left speechless, exchanging looks—how could they know?
