Dylan Collin once again had to admire Hallie Morgan's imaginative mind. This girl, she lacked many things, but her imagination was extraordinarily vast.
"Don't worry, such incidents absolutely won't happen in the Collins family."
"Why not?"
"Once they are found out, losing their jobs would be the least of their worries." Watching as Dylan's eyes turned progressively ruthless, an undertone of murderous intent emerging, Hallie seemed to understand something.
"Anyway, you have to protect me well tonight." Hallie's petite hand extended to clutch the hem of Dylan's clothes, a pitiful expression on her face as she swayed. With her looking like a vulnerable young wife, susceptible to bullying, she treated him as her only pillar of support.
