Declan Darcy replied, "What do you think?"
"Are you angry because... I stopped you?"
"What do you think?"
Emma Tremont bit her lip: "Silas Tremont is such a scumbag... you shouldn't bother with him."
Declan Darcy directly raised his hand, holding her chin: "Emma Tremont, no one dares to talk like this in front of me, who the hell does Silas Tremont think he is? I don't even need to lift a finger!"
"Just treat him like a mad dog, who has reached a dead end..."
He firmly grasped her chin, his fingertips constantly brushing against her smooth skin: "Silas Tremont is definitely done for."
Emma Tremont looked at him, her eyes as startled as a deer's. Upon hearing him say this, she nodded her head.
But Declan Darcy didn't plan to end it just like this, his eyes narrowed: "Emma Tremont, when he cursed at you like that, didn't it make you angry?"
He couldn't stand it, but Emma Tremont was persistently stopping him, trying to persuade him to leave.
Something... seemed fishy.
