Talking To The Moon
At her words, Tyrone burst out in a fit of laughter.
"What's funny, huh?" she snorted with a frown.
"Oh, nothing. It's just that I admire your overconfidence. You see, I've heard a different description about the infamous Bloody-Eyed Hunter, and the same goes for the heiress of Yue Group. Most men aren't dying to be your slave. Instead, they're trying not to cross paths with you since you're so scary."
Raine twitched her mouth and grunted, "Is that so? And do I look that scary to you, darling?"
Tyrone gulped, suddenly regretting his comment. Did he go too far? Raine's nostrils flared out, but she didn't say another word, which was far scarier as it made him wonder if Raine would torture him later.
The aforementioned torture didn't have to wait however as Tyrone felt Raine's foot moving up his leg from under the table. He froze on the spot, unable to move or say a word. He then looked at Raine with a conflicted expression.