Nora warily watched the right hand of the man before her.
Last time, he had merely waved that hand, and a force had immediately seized her by the neck.
Without knowing what he was capable of, Miss Nora truly had no chance of winning.
What was more, this was his territory. Even with her ability to merge into shadows, his knowledge of Psionics meant that escape was far from guaranteed.
After all, Nora might not even understand the nature of her own ability as well as the man before her did.
"I think you understand my intentions perfectly well, Miss Nora... After all, you're still conscious. If I wanted to do something to you, our last meeting might already have been our final farewell."
Jonas's words made Nora pause. Then the girl took a deep breath and asked:
"After everything you did right in front of me, do you think I would still choose to trust you?"
Though she had long suspected something was wrong, Jonas's actions had still exceeded Nora's expectations. Where had all those summoned Psionics gone? Nora had no idea, but clearly, nothing good awaited them.
Working for a Conglomerate heir who barely bothered to conceal his malice was no different from striking a bargain with a tiger.
If the man before her had not been interested in her ability, perhaps she, too, would have become one of the "research subjects" he had mentioned.
Or... was her current situation proof that he already had her dancing in the palm of his hand?
At that thought, Nora clenched her fists, the hope in her heart growing ever fainter.
She had never imagined that a single moment of carelessness would land her in such dire straits.
"Whether you choose to trust me is up to you, Miss Nora."
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