"..." Can she slap him across the face?
Chad Yakov's degree of shamelessness is simply outrageous!
Forcing a confession like this, yet he can still look so smug in front of her.
"You don't love me?" Chad Yakov saw her pouting her cheeks, his thin lips slightly parted.
Casually reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a figurine, hooked it with his long finger, and waved it in front of Victoria Gibson.
Victoria Gibson's pupils suddenly shrank.
She recognized it immediately; this was Simon's favorite figurine, which he would never entrust to anyone.
Victoria Gibson suddenly got anxious.
"Where's Simon? Where did you hide him? Chad Yakov, our problem has nothing to do with Simon. He's just a child..."
"You said it yourself, he's just a child. Do you think I would do anything to him?" Chad Yakov coldly interrupted her.
He grabbed her hand and placed the figurine in her palm.
