"Don't worry, I won't agree to it. I'm not an idiot. Do I look like an idiot to you?" Enna said helplessly as she draped her arm over Joanne's shoulder and asked seriously.
Joanne chuckled, her anger dissipating, "Of course, Young Madam doesn't look like an idiot~"
"Exactly. I'm not an idiot, so how could I agree to something even an idiot wouldn't agree to?" Mr. Hanson should really think about it; who would agree to his request? Anyone with a sound mind wouldn't agree, except for the white lotus saint.
She wanted to maintain basic kindness in being human.
But she wasn't foolish enough to let others exploit her kindness.
Mr. Hanson thought he could use her to manipulate Baron Lawrence, but he underestimated her.
Joanne looked at her deeply for a moment and suddenly said, "Young Madam, why do I feel that the Little Miss inherited your cunning ways?"
"Uh..."
