"Say it again!" Evan Saint's voice was like it came from hell, cold and terrifying.
Swallowing hard, Sparkle Gold conceded, "I said, if you have the guts, get a divorce, anyway, I disagree."
Evan Saint: ...
"Can you let go of me now?" Seeing his unpredictable expression, Sparkle Gold asked cautiously.
"Sparkle Gold, I really want to strangle you!" Evan Saint gritted his teeth, both angry and hateful.
"You're a super genius and handsome guy, shouldering the responsibility of saving the world. It's not worth going to jail for a small fry like me. Just let me drag out my feeble existence!"
Looking at her lackey-like demeanor, Evan Saint truly didn't know whether to strangle her or to kiss her hard!
Seeing Evan Saint's not-so-good expression, Sparkle Gold quickly opened the car door and jumped out: "Thank you, President Saint, I'm here."
After saying that, she ran off on her own feet.
His eyes darkened as he watched her back, Evan Saint didn't move for a long time.
