Victor furrowed his brows.
<What's wrong with rich girls nowadays? She's living the best life, and yet she wants to go to jail? She must be a madwoman!>
Looking at that sharp knife, Victor dropped the idea of teaching Nidia a lesson. In truth, he had no guts to challenge a madwoman.
Consequently, he thought this matter was over.
After Lily came over, Victor had no reason to linger around any longer. Hence, he went to the washroom to clean himself up.
But he had no idea what was about to happen next.
Just as his hands touched the water from the faucet, someone grabbed his collar from behind.
Frightened, he stuttered, "W-who are you?"
He looked up and was met with a man's cold and sharp gaze in the mirror.
The man looked nothing like a bodyguard. However, under that air of nobility lay a sense of unusual ferociousness.
<Bang!>