Force?
Hearing this, Marcellus smiled. "Did I let you run away, Beryl?"
"I told you, if you don't go upstairs, I'll leave!"
"So, I agreed?"
"You!" Beryl was at a loss for words. She was not a sharp-tongued person, so she would naturally be at a disadvantage when facing someone like Marcellus. After holding back for a long time, she finally said, "You have no principles!"
Marcellus seemed to have heard a joke. He looked at her with a sinister smile and said, "Kid, you're twenty years old this year, not two years old. Why don't you know anything? If you can't accept it, you can't understand it. Isn't it funny?"
He was unhappy and didn't know how to express it, so he naturally used the same method as before.
Beryl felt that the man's words were particularly shameless, and she was conflicted. Naturally, she could not say anything nice. "You don't have to worry about me. I'm going home now."
"You can go home. I'll let you go back when I'm happy."
Beryl could not believe it. "What right do you have to restrict my freedom!?"
She couldn't believe that Marcellus could say something like that. She regretted not finding the right direction in the park just now. If she had taken the main entrance faster, she would have run out by now.
Unexpectedly, the man said arrogantly in a low voice, "Because I'm Marcellus."
Beryl immediately did not refute. Yes, he was Marcellus. He was so rich and powerful that he could do whatever he wanted. Besides, they were in his territory. Even if he wanted to imprison her, no one would dare to say anything.
Beryl really felt that she was a fool tonight. She shouldn't have any good feelings for such a man.
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