"I warn you, if your hand comes one centimeter closer to me, I'll ruin it!" Skye Lawrence took a sip of her drink, catching sight of the man's approaching hand, and issued a cold, icy warning.
Who was she?
The First Young Lady of the Lawrence Family, an elite businesswoman.
The unique oppressive aura inherent to the Lawrence Family radiated from her, and not everyone could handle it.
The man who had intended to take advantage of her suddenly halted his hand, realizing he had been intimidated by a woman. After cursing internally, he forced a laugh and said, "Beautiful woman, you really know how to joke..."
"You can try and see if I'm joking with you again!" Skye replied calmly and confidently.
The smile on the man's face froze, unable to maintain it.
"Get lost!"
Her mood was already bad enough; she didn't want to see anything else irritating!
