Bellamy was short of breath, not because of the running, but the subdued gazes of people around him. Everyone around here was equally scary. Including Elizebeth.
And his instinct never failed him. Elizebeth was the living proof that a petite body or gender in that matter wasn't her limitation. She found pleasure in whatever she did, specifically daunting her target.
"I know, you have all the information regarding me. Including who I associate with. But, will you willingly take my hand?" A sketchy smile plastered on her face.
Her scammer smile appeared; Fariz, Eve, and Kekwa had the same thought.
"What did you say?" She entangled the arms around her, walking towards the defeated Bellamy. "Don't make me repeat thrice. Will you willingly take my hand?"
There's a hidden message under her speech. Bellamy wasn't dull to ignore the hint she gave him. He was one of the smartest people in the undersea and a proud advisor to the king.