The cold tone made Xylia Xandrell's face darken as well.
She forcefully shook off Louis Lawrence's hand, stepped back a few paces to pull away from him.
Everyone was warning her, everyone was threatening her.
But what had she done wrong?
Mason Bennett was ruthless to her, so heartless.
What right did Louis Lawrence have to criticize her?
"To protect her, all of you came to hurt me?"
Xylia Xandrell said while stepping back.
Her eyes were red, and her fragile yet stubborn appearance made Louis Lawrence frown slightly.
"No one wants to hurt you, provided you clearly understand what you should do."
Xylia Xandrell didn't say anything, just turned and walked away.
Louis Lawrence stood in place, watching the girl's thin and frail back, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.
Ultimately, he said nothing, turned around, and got into the car.
Inside the car, the man's gaze was fixed on the rearview mirror at that gradually receding figure.
