Oscar had already stepped three paces away.
Skye Lawrence looked at him in disbelief, "You want to imprison me softly?"
The tall and handsome man smiled slightly, reverting to his usual gentlemanly and elegant demeanor, and said softly, "I just want you to take a good rest during this time."
"Alright, you take a good rest. I have business to attend to at the company, so I'm leaving now. I'll come to see you another day."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and left.
Skye Lawrence snapped out of her brief stupor and called out to him, "Oscar!"
The man who had walked to the door stopped in his tracks.
Her complexion was unclear, her beautiful eyes carried a hint of coldness, and she spoke word by word, "I don't care what you are doing or trying to do. Remember, my dad and Baron are my bottom line. You better not harm them. Otherwise, even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!"
