Joyce raised her chin slightly and looked at Ang with a cold sneer, her gaze full of provocation. "Are you really going to kill me in front of all these people?"
Ang did not answer. He merely walked toward her coldly, closing in without pause as the killing intent in his eyes grew stronger.
Suddenly, he reached out and seized Joyce by the throat.
Joyce's body immediately stiffened, and her face instantly flushed red. Yet she did not struggle. She merely continued looking at Ang with that ill-timed smile.
Her voice came in broken gasps. "If I can die by your hand, I'll... I'll be happy too."
She wrapped her arms tightly around Ang, as though she wanted to melt herself completely into him, and murmured, "Davis, I'm coming to find you."
There was not the slightest ripple in Ang's eyes, but his grip loosened. Joyce suddenly relaxed, and her ragged breathing began to steady.
She covered her mouth and coughed violently, seeming to endure the pain with all her strength.
After a while, Joyce finally caught her breath. She took several deep breaths, though her breathing was still obviously unsteady.
Ang stood before her and looked at her coldly. "Leave while I can still hold myself back. Otherwise, I really will kill you in front of all these people."
Joyce coughed a few more times and barely managed to stand steady. Her face was pale as she lightly pressed a hand to her chest. "I came to notify you, but I didn't expect you to be so decisive. I suppose I have no choice but to leave."
There was faint disappointment in her words, as though she had not expected this and was unwilling to accept it.
Her face was still somewhat flushed, and she had yet to fully