Freya felt more and more uneasy.
Bradley clearly knew her identity.
He was just not sure yet, so he repeatedly tested her.
"I don't want to fight you. Let me go, or else I..."
"What will you do? Hm?"
"I won't be polite anymore."
After she said that, she shoved him away.
Her legs hooked around him, trapping his waist between them, and they fell to the ground together.
However, he was too strong. With a flip, he pinned her down.
He reached out and slowly touched the mask on her face.
Freya's heart raced, and she bit down on his arm.
The man grunted and narrowed his eyes.
With his other hand, he quickly pulled off the mask, revealing a delicate and exquisite face.
"Frey…"
Freya slammed her eyes shut in despair.
She had been exposed.
"You deceived me for long." The man's rough
