Declan Darcy replied, "As he treats me, so shall...I treat him."
"Wait, are you also planning to send someone after him?"
"I won't kill him," Darcy said, a small smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "But to give him a good scare, to drive him into a corner...that might be more interesting."
Emma Tremont couldn't help but give a surprised "yip".
"What's wrong?"
"Uncle, you're quite the sadist."
Darcy raised an eyebrow.
Quickly, Emma added, "But dealing with people like Silas Tremont, should be done this way! I support you!"
Her heavy breathing while speaking had Darcy repeatedly glancing over at her.
It suddenly reminded him of something.
"Emmy."
"Huh? What's up?"
"That morning when you were standing in front of the Tremont Group building being hounded by the media...what happened?"
Darcy still remembered how Emma, dressed in a lotus-pink dress with skin as fair as snow had attracted his attention in an instant.
