"You're talking nonsense! I'm not ill!" Daisy Lynn's expression was as if she'd seen a ghost.
"Hmm, your denial of illness just proves how serious it already is. For the sake of our past as colleagues, I'll give you a little discount."
"I didn't come to you for that! I came to ask you to negotiate with the criminal, and if you have even a shred of professional ethics, you should come over immediately."
"If you had even a shred of emotional intelligence, you wouldn't talk to me with such arrogance coupled with an off-putting confidence. With your education plus that personality of yours, your future marriage is bound to have problems, unless you find a man so weak that he can't even fart when kicked. So, senior, instead of using morality to coerce me into doing what I don't want to do, you might want to think about how to improve your own cultivation," Kiara retorted effortlessly.
One of Edward Wheeler's subordinates covertly gave a thumbs up.
