Shirley trembled, her fiery gaze locked on Tristan, her eyes burning like fierce flames.
"Tristan, are you threatening me?"
Her voice shook slightly with anger, yet her delicate frame radiated unyielding strength.
"This is for your good—and his too. You should know there's no good outcome from opposing me." Tristan's face held an expression of absolute confidence, his arrogant demeanor suggesting everything was under his control.
If he hadn't cared about Shirley's feelings, he would have already sent assassins to eliminate Daniel from this world, simply for getting too close to her.
Shirley bit her lip until it turned pale, her eyes blazing with defiance.
"Don't even think about it! I won't give in to your threats." Her voice was firm and resolute, like a sharp sword cutting through
