Hearing Bertha's voice, cold with a hint of anger, Basil Jaak immediately knew trouble was brewing—this girl must be upset.
Turning around, Basil Jaak grinned and said, "What did I say? Did I? I don't think I said anything just now, did I? Uh, I can't remember."
"Don't pretend to be oblivious in front of me!" Bertha, dressed in a white silk robe, stood before Basil Jaak. A faint and refreshing fragrance, tinged with coldness, wafted into his nose and delighted his senses. She glanced around and, seeing no one nearby, lowered her voice and said, "I told you to leave Immortal City. Why didn't you agree? Do you think I would harm you?"
