I knew it. Elisa's heart sank.
She lifted her gaze, attempting to negotiate with Mr. Carrerra.
“It's sufficient if I accompany you,” Elisa replied firmly. “My friend here has no involvement in this affair, nor does she have any personal connections with you.”
Rachel gently squeezed Elisa's hand from behind. Elisa's expression remained unchanged as if she didn't feel a thing.
Mr. Carrerra burst into hearty laughter as he pointed at Elisa. “Well, well. You're quite loyal, aren't you? What a pity.” His tone changed abruptly. “No one is leaving today!”
Mr. Carrerra raised his voice, drawing the curious gazes of those nearby. They regarded him with odd expressions, as though they were observing an unusual spectacle.
Nevertheless, after locking eyes with Mr. Carrerra, they promptly averted their gaze.
Legend had it that individuals who lived perilous lives were invariably accompanied by a handful of wayward souls, bearing the lingering scent of mortality.
Although Elisa didn't feel oppressed, being next to Mr. Carrerra was indeed somewhat uncomfortable.
“So, there's no room for negotiation?”
Elisa's indifferent tone was no longer as pleasant as before, making it hard to discern whether she was perturbed.
Mr. Carrerra nodded, crossing his arms leisurely as he looked at Elisa. “Yes, no room for negotiation.”
His expression seemed to say, “What can you do about that?”
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