Seraphina Redgrave's heart was about to jump out of her chest as she looked up at him with a face full of terror.
Shouldn't he be saying some polite words at times like this? What did he mean by remembering her?
She absolutely did not want to be remembered by The Reaper, okay?
Ethan Sterling looked at the eyes behind Seraphina Redgrave's mask and slowly hooked a smile. His glassy eyes seemed like a boundless vortex, about to completely shatter Seraphina.
The moment their eyes met, cold sweat broke out on Seraphina Redgrave's forehead.
"Enough."
Ethan Sterling casually stuffed the gold award into Seraphina Redgrave's arms, then turned around and walked away, not even sparing a glance, as if everything that just happened was completely irrelevant.
Was that it? Wait, he just left, what should I do?
Seraphina Redgrave grabbed the bewildered host: "I'm leaving, I've already given you my bank account number backstage, just transfer the money directly, thank you."
