Third Young Master didn't care about anything except Ye Lu's life; that was the true core of this negotiation!
ThirdYoung Master Jun fell silent for a long time, then suddenly raised his head.
"I, do, not, wish, to!" His enchanting chin lifted, his face and eyes exuded a natural nobility and arrogance, an imperial aura that was impervious to any threat.
The resounding four words echoed through the hall, the raging thunderstorm outside not as startling as these few words that shook everyone to the core.
Yiren's proud smile froze, her beautiful face turned pale, her eyes cold and piercing with intense disbelief and humiliation, as if a flood rushed through her heart. Her face turned red then white then black with extreme shame and rage.
This was the second time he had refused her, humiliating herself again for that vile woman.
The intense hatred in her heart was all because of that woman.
