Joanna Lawrence stepped in front of her.
She stood while Trinity Farley sat.
Joanna Lawrence lowered her head, looking down at her.
Trinity Farley was determined not to show weakness, but somehow, when Joanna Lawrence's cold stare landed on her face, her glare was like a sharp blade, barely grazing her face as if it would cut a deep wound at any moment.
She couldn't help but feel a slight hint of fear.
Even if she didn't want to show any signs of weakness in front of Joanna Lawrence.
But her body's reaction was beyond her control.
Spending time with Ashton Heath had taught Joanna Lawrence a thing or two about his ability to exert pressure without uttering a word, using nothing but his gaze.
Even if she only managed to grasp a fraction of it.
That fraction was more than enough to deal with most people.
At that moment.
Trinity Farley was so overwhelmed by Joanna's presence, she couldn't speak a word.
