Robin's hair was slightly disheveled, and the hem of her exquisite gown seemed somewhat rumpled. She kept her head lowered, clutching the corners of her skirt tightly in both hands as her shoulders trembled faintly.
What made Sunday's pupils contract even more was the faint, barely noticeable red mark on the side of her neck.
Then Mo Wang faced the camera, deliberately drawing out his words as he let out that classic, punchable "Hehehe" laugh:
"Little birdie of the Oak Family—" Mo Wang said arrogantly from within the recording. "Your cute and beautiful little sister is in my hands now."
He leaned closer to the camera, his grin widening. "If you don't want to happily get promoted to 'brother-in-law' at next year's Family gathering... hehehe, then be sensible and send someone over to discuss terms. I think... handing over Penacony's administrative authority over 'this Dream' would be a pretty good start. What do you think?"
The moment he finished speaking, Robin raised her head at just the right time. Her eyes were red-rimmed and brimming with tears. Looking toward the camera, her lips trembled as she spoke with a choked voice and boundless "shame."
"Y-You're right... I'm sorry... Brother..." She sniffled, tears sliding down her face. "I... I'm now... Mr. Mo Wang's woman..."
Slap!
The recording ended, and the screen went dark.
Dead silence.
The temperature in the room seemed to plummet to freezing in an instant.
None of the Bloodhound Family officers even dared to breathe. Their scalps tingled, and cold sweat soaked through their backs.
They did not even dare sneak a glance at Sunday's expression. All they could think was that, after seeing that thing, they were about to die.
Fuck, was it too late to run now?
"Heh..."
A soft, nearly inaudible sneer sounded.
Sunday slowly