Lyra Smith discovered that Morris Jackson had been coveting her for more than just a few days.
It seemed like he had been planning it for a long time.
The only choice she had now was probably...
"Have you made up your mind?"
Sitting across the dining table, Morris Jackson calmly looked at her, patiently waiting for her answer.
In just over a minute, Lyra had thought far ahead, and she expressed her thoughts with a slightly euphemistic tone, "Uncle, wouldn't this be... taking advantage of my plight?"
She found this description quite apt at the moment.
"That's why I'm giving you a chance to choose," he said indifferently, "You can choose to leave after dinner or stay. If you leave, I'll arrange for a car to send you."
Lyra was struggling internally.
She had too many concerns, and considering her current disadvantaged situation, she had to tread carefully.
