"Oliver Johnson, are you ever going to stop?" Sophie Smith's voice involuntarily rose, "You're such a bastard!"
Finally, in front of him, she was no longer the Sophie Smith who always appeared elegant and poised yet distant from him.
"I want to see you."
"Help me get things done first, then we'll talk," his voice remained as steady and gentle as when he used to speak to her.
"You can ask me to do anything, even take my life, but can you not hurt my dad? Can you stop making me betray Asher Land..."
Can you stop making me betray Asher Land?
Oliver Johnson gradually withdrew the smile on his lips. If she betrayed Asher Land, it was something he was quite eager to see, even at any cost.
"Oliver Johnson, speak up? Where are you now? I know you have the time." Sophie's tone gradually lost its impulsiveness; her current anxiety seemed to him nothing but a joke, didn't it?
"Stay by Asher Land's side peacefully; be good and behave, I'll let you see your father."
