"Shirley Grant, what are you doing?"
Andrew Davidson immediately yelled.
Shirley Grant was startled, and took two steps back.
Approaching Andrew Davidson, who was almost 1.9 meters tall, a slight raise in his voice overwhelmed her with his presence.
"I just..."
She just saw that he seemed angry earlier and wanted to come over to see what was going on.
She had already agreed to his request; she must return to the country in a week.
"Shirley Grant, I know you agreed just to return to the country, but do you know what the price is?"
As he spoke, Andrew Davidson lowered his head and stepped directly in front of Shirley Grant.
Shirley Grant felt like a frightened little Rabina Mitchell, retreating repeatedly, quickly pressing her back tightly against the wall.
Andrew Davidson walked over and casually trapped her there.
"Do you know? Hm?"
He bent slightly, curled his lips, and maintained eye contact with her.
