Seeing Emma Hart remain silent, the force on her jaw intensified, casting Damian Sterling's expression into one of even more terrifying severity.
"Mmph!" The hand tightening around her jaw felt like a vice grip, leaving Emma Hart with no escape.
Tears began to well up in the corners of her eyes, and her jaw started to redden from the pressure, causing her neck to stretch uncomfortably and ache terribly due to the forced posture.
Ultimately, it was Damian Sterling who couldn't bear it any longer.
As he released his grip, Emma Hart slumped down, fearfully touching her jaw, realizing that this man had indeed intended to crush it.
"You won't speak, huh? Well, I have ways of making you talk," Damian Sterling said with a cold smirk, lifting Emma Hart up and taking her straight to the bathroom.
