"What do you want? Trying to cozy up to me? Too late, I've noted our grudge," Effie Wilson glanced sideways at James Harris.
James Harris frowned, unusually patient, and said gently, "I saved you tonight."
"You're in cahoots with them. Who knows if this is all a show you directed? I'll tell my brother, and he won't let you off!"
James Harris thought maybe he had just gotten himself a headache, "Ungrateful wretch, should've just let you be taken away by them..."
"You—" Effie Wilson felt nauseous just thinking about what happened earlier, especially being touched several times, it was the first time in her life she was groped.
If it weren't for the person in front of her, things would indeed be different now. Her previous words were merely an outlet for her inner fear.
"Alright, alright, I'll tell my brother you saved me. But as for your friends, I won't spare them. I'll hack off their hands for daring to touch me!"
