Ang looked at Joyce's terrified expression, a hint of amusement appearing in his eyes.
"Why are you so afraid?" Ang asked casually, with a faintly mocking smile.
Joyce breathed rapidly, her lips trembling slightly. "I can feel it... you really want to kill me."
Ang raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes slightly. "You are dangerous. From the first time I saw you, I was wary of you."
Forcing down her fear, Joyce managed a smile. "At first, I was only curious. Your companion clearly had feelings for you, yet you always ignored her."
Ang's heart stirred. He knew Joyce was referring to Rotina, but his expression did not change in the slightest. "That still isn't a reason for you to target me. There were so many people on the airship. I couldn't have been the only one who caught your eye."
Joyce's smile turned somewhat bitter as she said softly, "You really resemble my Davis."
Slap!
Ang slapped Joyce across the face. He controlled his strength perfectly—not too hard, not too light—yet it still knocked her head to the side.
"Don't give me that messy nonsense about love and relationships. I don't believe you're the devoted type." Ang's tone was icy. "Answer whatever I ask you honestly."
Joyce gritted her teeth, the slap mark on her face slowly reddening. She took a deep breath, seemingly trying her best to suppress the humiliation and fear inside her.
Ang's gaze shifted as he suddenly asked, "Are you Helen Morgan's aunt?"
Joyce hesitated, then nodded.
A cold glint flashed in Ang's eyes. "So the Morgan Family really is colluding with the Black Magic Society?"
Joyce hurriedly shook her head. "I'm responsible for the affairs of the Third Magic Society. The Morgan Family's affairs have nothing to do with me. As for the