"So, if I don't agree, you'll kill me?" The girl's voice echoed through the empty night, cold and eerie.
Contempt and arrogance filled Tiya Kirk's smile, "That depends on your choice."
"Are you from the Land of the Prophet?"
Chloe Stephens asked.
Upon hearing this, Tiya Kirk's smile widened.
Her identity was her pride.
"Indeed, I am from the Land of the Prophet; the Pope is my grandfather. If you need anything, I can provide it for you."
She thought that Chloe would be scared upon knowing her identity.
And wouldn't dare compete with her for Len Hawthorne.
"Do you want to marry Len Hawthorne?"
With Chloe's question, Tiya Kirk found her line of questioning to be quite strange since the beginning.
Chloe's expression remained unchanged, not revealing anything.
Tiya couldn't understand why Len liked such a boring girl.
Recalling Chloe's reaction to Len at the store, Tiya Kirk said unhappily, "You seemed cold to him, so I don't understand whether you like him or not."
