Hank Finn took out the small bottle, turned around and looked at Yvonne Finley, "This is what you want. Rest assured I will fulfil my promises."
Yvonne's heart swelled slightly as she stepped forward and instinctively reached out for it.
However, Hank Finn raised his hand.
He was very tall.
Yvonne Finley immediately came up short.
She slightly furrowed her brows.
Hank Finn softened his gaze, his dark pupils as pure as deep-sea rocks. He slightly bent over, and stared at her for a long time, "Won't you say thank you?"
Yvonne was taken aback, looking at him, she couldn't help but respond sarcastically, "Should I thank you for pushing me to desperation? To jeopardize innocent lives to get what I want? What should I thank you for?"
The woman's expression was very explicit, without a trace of concealed mockery.
In her gentle and clear eyes, there was no pretense. She hated him.
Their relationship was destined to be antagonistic.
