Luke recovered to his usual indifference and withdrew his hand.
"Since you're awake, go to eat something. Threats are of no use to me." He said coldly, "No one can beat me by threatening me.’
Brad gritted his teeth with anger. "I hate you!"
Luke raised his brows lightly. "I don't seem to want you to like me. For me, being liked : s a very annoying thing."
Brad's face flushed with anger.
Luke continued, "Go to the dining room.’
"No!"
Brad was very determined. "I would rather starve to death than eat something." "It seems that you have been more determined since you came here." Luke said lightly.
Luke was very satisfied with such a change.
Looking at the infusion bottle, he continued to speak. "Now, you have two choices. First, go to eat. Second, continue o n hunger strike and then you will be sent to Athana by me."
In an instant, Brad became emotional. "I won’t go to Athana!"
Luke snorted coldly. "Do you think you have another choice? Tell me your answer."
Brad stared at him fiercely like a provoked little lion.
However, Luke didn't care and said, "You have a minute to think about it."
It was quiet in the room.
Brad looked tentatively at Luke, as he wanted to know if Luke was frightening him.
But Luke just stared at his wristwatch.
After a while, Luke said. "Three, two-"
"I'll eat something!"
Before Luke finished counting, Brad hurriedly shouted.
He didn't want to go to Athana at all!
Luke asked a servant to prepare noodles.
He remembered that when Brady called Eileen yesterday, she said that Brad liked t o eat noodles.
Ten minutes later, a bowl of noodles was brought into the room.
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