Chapter368-The God of Trickery's Treasure!

As soon as Owen's question was asked, Flora gave a sweet smile and moved closer to him, about to speak in an intimate manner.

Suddenly, her face turned pale as the dagger she had aimed at Owen's chest froze in mid-air, and her snow-white wrist was firmly gripped by Owen.

"Why not speak properly? Hands-on gestures aren't appreciated!" Owen said, his right hand tightening around her wrist.

His five long fingers contracted like steel wires, causing red indentations to form around her wrist, and a sharp pain surged through Flora, causing a mix of soreness, numbness, and discomfort.

Flora's lips trembled with pain as she tried to struggle. However, Owen's grip was as if his hand and hers had fused together—she couldn't escape.

"You! What do you intend to do?" Flora glared at Owen.

At that moment, she realized what had happened. From the moment Owen had taken notice of her, he must have already guessed her intentions, and he had lowered his guard!