Jilted Heiress Strikes Back
He let out another couple of laughs, placing a hand over his brow, but didn’t speak right away.
Still, Sora noticed that ever since he got into the car, he hadn’t stopped smiling. She had heard the rumors about him — that he was born with a smiling face. No matter what, even with a blade to his neck, as long as it hadn’t struck, he would keep smiling.
Of course, that smile was a mask. No one could tell when he was genuinely happy. Perhaps the more charming his smile looked, the closer he was to killing someone.
Propping his chin up with one hand, he looked completely nonchalant. “This time, I don’t want a reward.”