His handsome and dignified face turned pallid.
Noticing this, Emma Campbell stepped forward, "Mr. Lindsey, are you okay?"
Arthur Lindsey took a deep breath, his deep, ink-like eyes half-closed, seeming to adjust himself.
After a while, he opened his lips with a deadly coldness, "Why do you keep saving me?"
"Maybe it's just a coincidence." Emma replied.
"There are not so many coincidences!"
Arthur seemed to not believe any words she said, and he asked again, "Do you really have superpowers?"
"Didn't you see it with your own eyes ten days ago?" Emma awkwardly stood still, replying.
"What you see is not necessarily real."
Arthur's high IQ was unmatched, he only believed in his own judgment. "That monster being tamed by you in advance is also likely obeying your orders, a look, a gesture will do. Superpower? Telekinetic power? That's all nonsense!"
