When her mask fell off, the man's gaze never left her.
Joy Shaw struck with all her might, landing directly on his shoulder.
It went unexpectedly well, leaving Joy a little surprised. This man clearly could have dodged, but he didn't.
Could he be awed by her beauty?
No time to worry about that, Joy turned and fled.
Behind her, Marcus Knight's eyes were a tumultuous tide, seeming to mix various emotions. Even though her punch landed on his shoulder, he felt no pain.
Joy was about to reach the bedroom door when she suddenly felt a chill down her spine. Before she could turn around, her wrist was tightly seized.
Everything spun around, and she was thrown onto the large bed behind her.
At the same time, a group of black-clad people entered the living room, "Sir!"
Clearly, they sensed someone had intruded. Seeing Marcus Knight was fine, they breathed a sigh of relief, "Sir, what should we do with the person?"
