His expression turned cold. He reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders, Javier Sinclair staring at her with a sharp, deep gaze that radiated a chilling coldness.
"Celeste Grant, you've got some nerve."
"Who are they?"
Celeste Grant blinked, then answered with complete honesty. "Hehe, as long as they're handsome, that's all that matters. Who bothers to remember their names? After all, I have so many cute guys to pick from every day. It's only natural I can't keep track."
She didn't just choose from cute guys; there were cute girls as well.
Celeste Grant felt a sudden chill and couldn't help but mutter, "Weird. I feel like my head and my body are about to go their separate ways."
Javier Sinclair's face was grim.
"Right now, I feel like twisting your head right off."
'Twist my head off?'
Celeste Grant clutched her neck and shook her head. "No, you can't do that. It would look horrible. I refuse."
"Get off me."
