Smelling the threat from her, Ormand got his free hands and immediately pressed against her vigilantly.
However, Viola had already known that his body was getting worse and worse, so she didn't care about what he did at all.
Now he was just a weak patient who always liked to say something annoying.
She accurately grasped his restless hands again, licked her lips with the tip of her tongue, and smiled wickedly.
She deliberately raised her tone and flirted with him.
"Mr. Hobson, you are too weak to get rid of me. What should you do? Should you just be obedient?"
Ormand was depressed. As a man, his desire to win in physical strength drove him not to admit defeat.
However, reality made him have to give in.
As he struggled in his heart, he looked like he would rather die than submit. He snorted coldly and turned his face to the other side.
He couldn't defeat her, and he could do nothing for her.