His gaze remained fixed on Stella Sterling. "But I gotta say, little beauty, what's the point of being so stubborn? Come with me, and I guarantee you'll eat and drink well. I'll take good care of you!"
Hearing his words, Stella Sterling merely narrowed her eyes. Her expression remained impassive, as calm as ever.
She turned to the man who had just told her to charge them, beckoning with a finger. "You. Come here. You lead the charge. I'll back you up!"
The man's jaw dropped. Pointing at his own nose, he stammered in disbelief, "M-me? No way! I can't do it!"
Charging in alone? What was the difference between that and committing suicide? 'Is Stella Sterling still holding a grudge over what I said? Is she trying to get revenge on me?!'
Stella Sterling flashed a brilliant smile. "Don't worry, you'll be fine!"
As she spoke, she stepped forward and yanked him toward her. Amid his shrieks, she hoisted the man up and hurled him at the enemy group.
