"But, why I should do that?"
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.
On the sidelines, Austin found it hard not to clap at Alysia's performance.
Living together for more than a week had made him forget about the true identity of Alysia. She's but a demon!
Demons were known for their cruelty and love of exploiting things.
