Joanna snickered, a trace of coldness flashing in her eyes:
"Brother, you seem to have forgotten, who I used to be. Do you think, if it really comes to a fight, you can beat me?"
The old Joanna? George's face gradually darkened. She was referring to her second personality, not only violent and antisocial but also uncontrollable. He thought it had been resolved under the guidance of a therapist, but unexpectedly, she had just been pretending all along!
"What do you want to do?"
Joanna stroked her injured hand as if caressing a lover, a hint of bloodlust in her eyes:
"I want to become the head of the Mafia in Paris."
On the plane, Qin Miaomiao was flipping through a magazine, glancing at him. It seemed he was angry, could it be that he was jealous of Joanna?
Logically, he shouldn't be. It's just a woman, what's he jealous about?
He was reading a book, and from this angle, he looked noble, charming, handsome!
She tentatively spoke:
"Hey, honey."
