After a while, the man finally released Bella Green, slightly out of breath, and stepped back a few steps, gazing at Bella with eyes full of fire.
"Enchantress."
Hearing this word, Bella Green couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"You and Fiona Grantham really think alike; she calls me a vixen, and you call me an enchantress."
Upon hearing this, Mason Bennett's face immediately turned cold.
"When?"
Seeing the man's serious expression, Bella Green waved her hand, "It's not important. She wants to be a vixen, but she just doesn't have the means."
Seeing the girl's proud and smug look, Mason couldn't help but laugh.
Then he began to survey her room.
It was small, yet tidy, and without much decoration; to the president Mason Bennett, it was quite shabby.
"You live here?" the man asked, his tone slightly displeased.
Bella Green rolled her eyes.
