Chapter 89. Face Wrath

"See, Priyank, I'm literally begging you, please just stay away from my daughter. She's too innocent for the crap you're trying to pull," Mary resorted to politeness, knowing nothing was working in her favour if she kept behaving like this.

"I don't see you begging, though. I don't know how sitting counts as begging, but you do sound sincere," Priyank said, one eyebrow raised. "But I'm not in the mood to accept sincerity."

Mary looked at him with surprise shooting from her eyes. Never in her life had she met someone so heartless and cocky. It didn't matter that he didn't even seem to understand any emotions. All he cared about was what he wanted.

"Keep looking like that, maybe my heart will melt, and I'll take my Angel with me now. You won't mind, right?" Priyank's lips spread into a mocking smirk.

"Take your money back. I don't want to sell anything, at least not to you," Mary pushed back the suitcase of money, feeling disgusted to even touch it now.

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