As for the possibility of whether this was a poison, she didn't believe either Alysia would go for such an extreme length.
There was no bad blood between them other than their parents being involved in some sort of ongoing feud.
After much internal debate, Irina shook her head and finally gulped down the drink in one swift motion.
Alysia asked again. "Why should I help you?"
Slamming her palm against the desk between them, Alysia leaned in closer. "I think there's a misunderstanding here, Miss Irina."
"You no longer have any right to speak on your own behalf."
"The moment you set foot in my home, I've already considered you my captive, whether willingly or not," she stated firmly.
"So, your willingness to be my captive in exchange for my help is meaningless since your life and freedom are already mine to belong!"
"Tell me, why should I bother listening to the chatter of something I already own in the first place?" Alysia sneered.
