"Mia Foster, you really need to be taught a lesson!" Felix Shaw suddenly grabbed Mia Foster's chin, his handsome face close, gritting his teeth, his usual careless demeanor replaced by a terrifying sharpness.
Felix Shaw was the kind of man with sharply defined features. He always appeared nonchalant in front of Mia Foster, his smile carrying a hint of mischief, seemingly without a temper. But once his expression turned cold, the chill on his handsome face seemed to emanate from his very bones, sinister and icy, causing an involuntary shiver.
Looking at the dangerous and fierce man in front of her, Mia Foster felt unfamiliar, an unexplainable fear rising within her, instinctively trying to retreat, only to be pulled back by Felix Shaw. His handsome face pressed close, his thin lips almost touching hers, as he spoke, his voice deliberately lowered and clearly mocking.
