“I don’t need you to grant me forgiveness!” Marcel remarked firmly with a stoic look on his face. “If you don’t want to come with me, then… I don’t know when you will leave this mansion. It could be years or decades; I can’t guarantee anything.”
“You are good at threatening me, Marcel,” Jenna glared at him in fury, her eyes burning with defiance.
“If you know this, then you must also be aware that I can not only threaten you, but make it a reality and lock you up here forever,” Marcel smirked, his cold gaze unwavering.
Jenna took a deep breath, her anger simmering just beneath the surface. “What do you gain from my suffering?”
Marcel did not answer her. Instead, he called out for the maids. “Yes, Master,” a maid entered and asked.
“Tell the stylist team to visit my bedroom directly. W
