Mabel Quinn took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Harris, what happened between us is already in the past. Whether it's right or wrong now, it doesn't matter anymore. To me, now or in the future, you will always be Mr. Harris. As for Isaac Zimmerman, who didn't see anything back then, he seems more like someone who only exists in my memory now. I don't want to destroy that memory. So, let's leave things at that. If there's nothing else you want to say, could you please have your drivers move the cars so I can leave?"
Her voice was calm and polite, yet carried a heavy sense of detachment.
The color drained from Daniel Harris's face, and the pain in his eyes deepened. "So you still refuse to forgive me, is that it?" He suddenly grabbed her arm.
The bodyguards beside Mabel Quinn wanted to intervene, but Daniel Harris's men had already stepped in to block them. They were outnumbered, and Mabel only had two bodyguards, leaving them helpless.
