When Emma raised her head, her eyes met with Daniel.
This reminded her how he worked there.
"Is this a new scheme of yours?" asked Daniel. There was a hint of mockery in his voice.
The image of hers in his mind was irreversible. She didn't care to change it. Emma coldly responded, "Stay out of it."
Before she could walk away, Emma recalled something and reminded, "Tomorrow, I set up a meeting with my dad for you and your buddies. Be sure to be well prepared and impress him."
After those words, Emma was about to leave when her wrist had been grabbed by Daniel, catching her off guard. Under her surprised eyes, he lifted her hand, revealing her wounded palm to him.
"What are you doing?" She struggled to remove her hand from his grip but remained powerless.
A frown settled between his brows.
"Why do you keep on hurting yourselves?"
