"Do you think all the women in the world revolve around you?" Shannon replied angrily.
Max approached Shannon. This woman had learned nothing else but to talk back.
However, it felt somewhat satisfying to bicker with her like this.
"Alright! Then let's wait and see if you'll still end up sleeping on my bed!" Max's voice was domineering and confident as usual.
Although Shannon was angry, she didn't dare to continue the conversation. She couldn't move now, nor could she run.
"You're indeed capable, but I have my own temper. If I'm unwilling, all you can get is a corpse," Shannon said softly, her expression calm.
She didn't look any different from the past, but Max could feel it.
This time, she seemed to be covered in thorns.
"Sir, dinner is ready." Seeing that the atmosphere between the two of them didn't seem right, Renee immediately came to mediate the situation.
