"I was not aware of the matter concerning the text messages, but it was indeed you who injured Mengxi." Master Zhao said menacingly, his grip on my wrist gradually tightening.
Master Zhao has never been one to reason, and he's extremely protective of his own, his most beloved being this daughter of his. Even if it was Mengxi's fault, he would find a way to blame someone else.
Master Zhao gave a signal with his eyes to the two men beside him. I thought of running, but they quickly grabbed my arms, one on each side, and prepared to drag me out.
My heart raced with panic, knowing that if Master Zhao wanted to make a move, he would definitely play for keeps.
"Master Zhao, I have important things to tell you, let's make a deal," I blurted out desperately.
No matter what, I couldn't afford to get into trouble here today. To Master Zhao, my worth wasn't enough to spare me after harming Mengxi.
Unless I could add value to myself, as well as some bargaining chips.
