She looked so arrogant, unbearably overbearing.
Ethan Pond pressed his thin lips together; this unruly man was as gentle as a lamb in front of Daisy Ginger. He lowered his head and obediently admitted his mistake, "Daisy, I'm sorry... for causing you trouble."
Daisy Ginger snorted coldly, crossing her arms and lifting her pointed chin, her tone icy: "What are you still standing there for? Want to spend the night in the detention center? Get up, or do you need me to invite you to leave?"
Her words made the few little officers guarding the door unable to resist looking in a few more times.
It was just... too domineering.
Especially standing there petite and small, compared to the tall, slender, tattoo-covered man, like the difference between a rabbit and a leopard, her neck was thinner than Ethan Pond's arm, as if he could easily break it with a lift of his hand.
