Zachary Armstrong felt a sharp pain and instinctively pushed her away, his mouth instantly filled with the overwhelming taste of blood, masking her scent and adding a hint of danger to his eyes.
Shirley Fisher quickly jumped off the table, stepped back a few paces, and looked at the man in front of her, who was like a beast, with some wariness.
Zachary Armstrong turned his head and stepped toward her, making Shirley Fisher a bit uneasy: "Zachary Armstrong, what do you want to do?"
Zachary Armstrong chuckled lightly and said, "I'm very skilled, and the price is cheap. How about considering a long-term collaboration?"
"You... you want me to keep you?" Shirley Fisher's eyes widened slightly.
Zachary Armstrong gave a devilish smile as a response.
"Aren't you a man? How could you say something like that..."
