"Speak up!" the man advanced step by step, his blood-red eyes shining with a dangerous message, "I'm giving you the chance to explain!"
"I…" Emily Stone kept backing away, biting her lip, her voice trembling, "Walter, I've really thought it through carefully, I'm clear about it, we're not suitable, really not suitable..."
In her panic, Emily Stone blurted out these words, completely forgetting Tang North's warning.
As expected, the man's handsome face grew colder, almost turning a steel blue, his long legs striding forward, his large hand suddenly grabbing the woman's wrist. His eyes narrowed, blood-red enough to drip blood.
"Not suitable? Then why did you come to provoke me!?" he roared in anger, his hand gripping tighter and tighter, almost crushing the woman's wrist.
Her wrist ached terribly, but Emily Stone couldn't care less about the pain. She struggled to pull her hand back, while her other hand pushed against the man's arm.
