Jiayi stared at the middle-aged man's gloomy face, feeling that his coldness was somehow even stranger than before, "Is there something else you want, Mr. Boris?"
Boris moved closer step by step, like a huge statue advancing toward Jiayi: "This time you came to stay at the castle, it was Huo Zhenyang who sent people to pick you up. And a few weeks ago, you went to a nearby ancient castle with Crown Prince Ya Chen and secretly stayed in the castle with Huo Zhenyang for over an hour... Do you still intend to say that you want to marry Ya Chen?"
It was all that man's domineering actions—what could she do?
Meanwhile, Jiayi was forced to step back by Boris until she felt a wall block her path, the fierce wind at the top of the tower howling through her hair.
She knew she had been cornered by Boris at the edge of the castle wall.
Below the tall castle wall was solid concrete.
