A man's sweet words are always the most fatal poison to a woman.
As the great Margie, a woman of strong will and decisive nature, I can still distinguish truth from lies. I stiffened my fingers and exhaled on them, then aimed a sharp flick at the bulge of his head through the curtain.
"Why did you hit me?"
With a cold smirk, I retorted, "I'm not some naive child. Your once-upon-a-time Princess Sibyl and Miss Alma were also incredibly charming, as Barnett told me."
