Owen Lewis's words were like a divine melody from the heavens. Was he really going to let her go?
That would make sense. She was a woman, after all. How many men in this world would dare to harm a woman? Moreover, this Lewis looked every bit the gentleman.
"Thank you, thank you, Special Assistant, thank you..."
Young Master Peary!
Sophia Moore quietly noted to herself that she, too, must find support from a powerful figure. Only in this way could she genuinely protect herself. Today, they just wanted to give her a warning, to teach her a lesson.
She clenched her fists, her downcast eyes filled with vicious resentment.
Owen Lewis shook his head and leaned back into his chair.
"I originally wanted to make you suffer a little, but now... I'm prepared to ensure you've had your fill of suffering."
Owen Lewis's words pierced to the bone, causing her eyes to widen in terror.
Sophia Moore kept shaking her head. Seeing his demonic demeanor, she was terrified and longed to escape.
