"When are you going to let Norris go?" At this moment, the man was holding her in his lap on the bed, playing with her long hair that fell over her chest.
Aldana Candi had a head of hair as soft and shiny as flowing water, not particularly black, just like herself, with a faint translucent texture.
But it felt good to touch.
Steven Balance had recently become a bit obsessed with anything related to Aldana Candi, whether it was her person or her hair; he was researching it very diligently.
"Didn't I say already?" His tone was lazy, "Charles will let her go whenever he's willing. She's the woman Charles likes, I'm just fulfilling his wish on a whim."
"Then why do you want to hurt Trenton Smith?"
"Can't I just dislike him simply because?" He licked his lips and curved up into a mischievous smile, "Is that strange?"
"There are so many things in this world that you dislike, do you intend to destroy each one of them?"
"Yes." Steven Balance nodded, "That's exactly what I do."
