"This kind of woman? Are you trying to say that I'm a slut? Doesn't that exactly fit your boss's taste?" Ice said with an indifferent air.
"You're literally playing with fire, courting destruction!"
Damn it! Why did he ever bother to warn such a woman in the first place? His head must have been smashed by a door!
"What's the difference between imprisonment and self-destruction? Since your boss has other women to protect yet refuses to let me go, why should I grovel for his favor? You can't always get what you ask for in this world!" Ice said, crossing her arms in a show of cold arrogance.
Wester glanced at the reflection in the rearview mirror, looking at that exquisitely beautiful face which wore an unapproachable arrogance and coldness in her eyes that made her seem utterly different from the person she used to be.
Could it be that the boss had pressured her to the brink, forcing her true nature to show?
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