Purple Summers looked at Nathaniel Summers in disbelief, staring at him for a long time, making sure he wasn't joking before she asked, "What is this? Blackmail? Extortion?"
Nathaniel Summers slowly cut off a piece of steak, the sauce mixed with strands of blood watering his mouth; he chewed and ground it between his teeth, an elegance that was chilling to the bone.
"Think it over," Nathaniel suggested, "No one can predict what Mr. Ghost Hayes' fate will be now that he's in Damian Howard's hands."
Purple Summers took a deep breath, then stood up.
"The persistence you have now is just because you can't accept defeat, can't accept being fooled by Alexander Summers, can't accept having a woman taken away by Alexander Summers. In fact, how much can you really love me?" Purple seemed unable to go on, she closed her eyes and soon opened them, "If you want to prove your own success, there's no need to use marriage as the price. Nathaniel, come to your senses!"
