All along, he had arranged everything for her.
All along, she had walked the paths he had selected and designated for her.
Now, she wanted to walk her own path. Did this mean she would no longer rely on him?
"Fine, how ambitious."
As he spoke, Gem Atkinson's long legs stepped onto the bed.
In an instant, his tall figure was like a wall standing before her, looking down at her with a cold and piercing gaze. "How about we make a bet?"
"A bet on what?"
"A bet that you'll need me, a bet that you'll have no choice but to rely on me again, a bet that you'll have no choice but to walk the path I've chosen for you again."
At these words, Forsythia Brown felt a bad premonition rising within her.
