She had sworn not to let this person suffer even a little bit of harm.
She would protect him with her life.
"I won't naively think that helping someone will earn their gratitude, but I've taken care of you for sixteen years," he looked at her calmly, "You shouldn't betray me for someone inexplicable, right? Hmm? How long have you even known each other, and you're already willing to entrust your life to them? I've raised you for sixteen years, yet it doesn't compare to the depth of emotion you have in six months?"
He seemed to find it amusing, the corners of his lips curled into a cold, mocking smile. He pulled a gun from the pocket of a bodyguard at his side and pressed it onto the coffee table. He asked lightly, "You should know what becomes of those who betray me, right?"
Angela Summer's face turned incredibly pale, but her lips remained tightly pressed together, saying nothing.
