"You like Connor?"
The icy voice continued, unhurried yet carrying a tremendous oppressive force, suffocating her.
"It doesn't matter if you don't like him. That's not important. What matters is, he likes you. You have to stay by his side in the future."
This was not a discussion, not a consultation, but a command.
Dominant and ruthless, utterly disregarding her feelings, her life or death.
The heart that had been pounding in Natali Niles' chest suddenly calmed down.
She slowly turned around and saw that handsome face resembling an icy cold sculpture.
His tenderness, his warmth, all were given to Isabella Weaver, leaving outsiders clueless.
The man had already turned around, walking off into the distance without looking back, with David silently following by his side, devoid of presence.
His pleasant yet indifferent voice echoed in the night sky, "Report to me upon arrival in the S Kingdom. Someone will assist you there."
