The temperature inside the elevator dropped a few degrees for the first model. The blood in her head drained, leaving shallow skin and bones. Her instincts told her that it had been a trap. Mikael never cared about her opinions.
He simply wanted to humiliate her.
"Ho-How-How dare you a bully someone weaker than you!" She cried, her voice rougher than before. Tears threatened to pool in her eyes. She held breath in order to suppress them. "You deliberately misled me to say such things!"
Mikael raised one eyebrow slowly. Its sharp tip could slice her skin. "Oh? Would you take back what you said then? Are you to admit that the only reason you said them was to impress me?"
Jordan pressed a fist against his lips. That was such a good blow! Either one placed the young woman in a bad light. It was a matter between which one made her less bad… but even then, the damage had been done.
He tried not to look at the second model.
