Tristan Sterling's face was livid, his good mood utterly ruined.
He had hoped to use this incident to get closer to her.
But she, on the other hand, had the gall to humiliate him with money.
'She used to be so gentle and obedient. How did she become so wild and defiant?'
"Isn't it obvious?" Holly Sinclair scoffed, her eyes full of scorn.
"You have a death wish?"
Seeing her dare to provoke him further, the man's eyes blazed with fury.
"I don't want to die, but I'm not afraid to die, either!"
She spoke coolly, then, under his furious gaze, calmly picked up her clothes and went into the bathroom.
A moment later, she emerged, fully dressed.
Tristan Sterling was sitting on the sofa, watching her coldly.
She couldn't be bothered to acknowledge him and walked straight to the door.
She pulled the door open, but just as she was about to step out, she looked back at him.
