Victoria Gibson wanted to step back, but her chin was pinched by him, and she couldn't move at all.
She wanted to call for help, but only then did she realize that the security who had just been standing at the door, as if on cue, had all disappeared without her noticing.
In the expansive lounge, only she and Chad Yakov remained.
In other words, if he strangled her to death here, no one would find out.
"Mr. Chad, murder is illegal, calm down, you need to calm down!"
"..."
"Hasn't everyone met a few scumbags in their life? You're lucky, at most someone tried to act like a rogue, but you didn't actually lose anything, right?"
"..."
"Actually, think of it this way, you're a man, and you weren't at much of a loss," Victoria rambled nervously.
Realizing what she was saying, she wished she could bite her tongue off!
Wasn't it Chad Yakov who had been acting like a rogue all along?
How did it suddenly become her explaining things...
