Mo Jun Tian trembled all over, hugging his arms tightly. "Sister, do you know that your knife-hidden-in-a-smile look is terrifying?"
"Of course I know," Heather replied with her usual nonchalant smile. "That's why they fear me."
Her acting skills were practically flawless; otherwise...
Luo Xuan wouldn't have wanted, even in death, to award her an Oscar for Best Actress.
Luo Xuan...
Thinking about this person, Heather couldn't quite discern her feelings.
He was deeply twisted, wasn't he? From the start, it was a sick, raw desire for her body, wanting to possess her utterly, and later, his desire escalated to wanting her heart.
In the end, if Night Hawk had permitted, he probably would have wanted to whisk her away from the organization—to live a fairy-tale life in his own castle as a Prince and Princess, perhaps?
