'What the fuck you are trying to do, Ronan?'
Renna muddled to herself in her overtly racing brain, it seemed as if thousands of sheeps were passing through hurdles of confusion.
"But..."
Renna supported herself to stand up from the sofa, in order to rebel against Ronan's presented premise.
And like any other ordinary dweller, stuck in the same situation_ the lady pretended to shiver apparently yet tried to raise her voice as an opposition!
But no...that was totally a wrong move! Of course, the heiress dared to raise head in front of the USA mafia Lord. Renna bravely denied Ronan's proposition which did not do anything more than making the mafia king giggle, of course inwardly.
As soon as Renna made a movement to stand up the loading of guns reverberated into the silent hall, which 'forced' her to sit back.
"If I were in your place, then I would not have thought of attempted such a foolish thing."
