"Why?" Justin Morgan questioned, "Isn't this favoritism? You've already helped Maya Monroe, so why can't you help us?"
The guide shook his head slowly and said seriously, "No one can handle this umbrella except me."
Justin almost laughed in anger, "Do you really think I'll believe your nonsense because you say it so seriously? What kind of broken umbrella can only you use? It's already good enough that I didn't mind how ugly it is! If you're going to make excuses, at least find a more decent one. Don't spout such nonsense!"
Speaking so mysteriously, it was clear he was deliberately brushing him off, making Justin even more infuriated.
"My umbrella is ugly?"
With a slight movement of his hand, the floral umbrella closed. He held the handle with one hand, the tip of the umbrella pointing directly at Justin's vulnerable neck.
