Joshua Sulliven's face was left with a few dark lines, his gloomy expression didn't improve, but instead, he dragged Keira Leaf to the corner of the great hall and directly pulled her into a private booth used as a storage room.
"Joshua Sulliven... what... what are you doing?" Looking at the stacked miscellaneous items and the slightly dim lighting in the surrounding area, Keira's mind couldn't help but think of some perverted serial killings.
Joshua Sulliven supported himself against the wall with one big hand while trapping her within the scope of his arms and said in a deep voice, "What do you call me?"
"Um... Little Sulliven? Little Momo? Little Hanna... whichever one you like, I'll call you that..." Keira pretended not to understand and smiled with her eyes curved.
A bunch of veins appeared on Joshua Sulliven's forehead, and his big hand clamped onto Keira Leaf's waist like an iron clamp. He leaned closer to her cheek and whispered, "Where am I, Young Master, small?"
