Iris Harris's eyes shot with an angry fire, "You...!"
"Don't lose your temper with me just yet. You're here to ask for the antidote, not to pick a fight with me, aren't you?" He smiled slightly, his handsome face out of this world, with a graceful smile.
Iris Harris clenched her hands, forcing herself to calm down.
"What will it take for you to give me the antidote?" she asked through gritted teeth.
"What do you think of this place?"
Henry Ford suddenly asked.
Iris Harris's eyes turned cold, "It suits you very well."
"Heh." The man chuckled softly, "I actually think it suits you.
Iris Harris sneered.
"You might not know this," Henry Ford leaned back on the sofa with a faint smile, "When the King tasked me with designing this royal prison, I envisioned one day living here with the one I love. Ignoring the outside world, living in this earthly paradise together."
Iris Harris felt sick, "You might be the first person in the world who wants to live in a prison with a lover."
