His movements were determined, without any hesitation.

The shirt was made of jet-black silk, clearly outlining the shape of his strong waist.

This strange action of his caused many eyes to pay attention to him.

Shane pretended not to see them, he picked Bertha up.

"What did you do?"

Bertha glared at him angrily. "You want to die, right? Let me down."

She was about to struggle. Shane leaned close to her ear, his voice softly whispering in her ...