"..." Luna Clark looked incredulously at Brandan Hyde, who slowly withdrew his hand. He looked at her as if he was utterly disgusted but had no choice but to endure.
"You can die in any way you want," he looked at her with irritation, his tone harsh, "but don't die in front of me. Before you meet Vincent again, you better stay alive! If you don't want me to dislocate all your joints," he looked at her coldly, "don't try any tricks on me, understand?"
"..."
"I'm a man with limited patience, especially towards someone like you whom I dislike intensely." He had always been unrestrained with his young master's temperament, "If you dare do anything I dislike again, I won't mind taking measures to make you obedient, capisce?"
Luna Clark slightly clenched her fist and nodded silently.
Brandan Hyde stepped back, seemingly unwilling to touch her further, slightly gestured, and told the bodyguards, "Fix her jaw."
"Yes."
