Marcellus thought that she would accept it with grievance like before, but unexpectedly, she was forced to stretch out her claws.
He was a little surprised. He raised his thick, shapely eyebrows and said in a sarcastic voice, "Oh, aren't you quite good at pretending to be obedient? Why don't you continue to pretend now?"
Compared to Marcellus's relaxed tone, Beryl didn't find it funny. She just looked at the man beside her seriously and said, "I'm not pretending. I have the right to refuse such a shameless request from a rogue."
"Rogue?"
"Ha." A disdainful chuckle escaped from his thin lips. He seemed to have heard a joke, but he didn't intend to refute it. Instead, he continued, "Even if I'm a rogue, you still came to pick me up obediently, didn't you?"
Beryl widened her eyes and was speechless at his shameless behavior. Was he wrong? No, that was indeed the case. Even though she was unwilling, she still came.
"What's wrong? Do you have nothing to say?"
The anger that Beryl had been holding back for the past few days exploded in his contemptuous eyes, and all of it rushed out. "Even if I came, I was not willing. If you hadn't threatened me, do you think I would have come? Your groundless arrogance is actually nothing. You used your power to suppress me who have nothing. Aren't you a rogue??"
As soon as she finished speaking, there was a dead silence in the car. Even the driver sitting in the driver's seat held his breath.
Although they were bickering, these words were undoubtedly too much.
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