Charlette’s P.O.V. (Continued)
I looked at him, blinking dumbly, as if I didn’t understand what he asked.
A glint of amusement crossed his eyes, making my heart skip a beat in fear.
He was powerful enough to have some hackers on his back and forth calls, but I wasn’t sure about what other skills he had.
“You did the right thing,” he said further, his voice still cold, but he didn’t mask his amusement this time.
“I don’t know what you are talking about, Emanuel. Can you be specific?” I asked him, still playing dumb.
“Ouch… why did you hit me?” I yelled at him when he suddenly flicked my forehead.
He didn’t reply, but went back to his previous posture and closed his eyes.
“Idiot.” I muttered under my breath angrily while rubbing my forehead.
It was good that, after years of training
