At a moment like this, Sharon still wanted to keep her promise.Jamie, for those he cared about, kept promises like oaths bound in gold. For his enemies, however, a promise was merely another way to toy with them.He raised an eyebrow, visibly surprised by Sharon's willingness to act. After a few seconds of theatrical thought, he said, "But if you don't do it yourself, won't it look like we're bullying a frail woman? If you later cry foul, it could complicate things for us."Though his words pretended concern, his face betrayed no fear. Sharon understood: forcing her to act was never his only option.Her lips, pale and bloodless, moved faintly. "Then what do you suggest?"His smile was casual and cruel. "Since you claim your movements are limited, I won't trouble you further. New rule: when I break a finger, if you make a sound, I'll arrange a man for one of your friends. One cry, one man. How does that sound?"Lex's brow tightened. Pain makes people cry instinctively. A cry coul
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