"Pinky promise, you can relax, I'm not that bored. I just find you a hilarious and unlucky fellow, so I wanted to tease you a bit! There's no need to take it so to heart, I really won't tell anyone, especially your wife."
Although these words seemed comforting, George Flack felt the threat against him growing stronger—she even knew about his wife!
"Don't you think that what you just said doesn't sound credible at all?"
What's credible? Crystal was a bit confused; she had extended her hand and was about to make a pinky promise with George, wasn't that enough to be credible?
"You just told me you don't know me, yet look at what you said after that. Does that sound like you don't know me? Someone who doesn't know me wouldn't know about Mallia Mamet, wouldn't know about my wife."
Ha ha ha ha, Crystal had been serious, but upon hearing George say that, she realized that indeed, she was always someone whose words didn't count.
"Fine then, if you don't trust my words, let's drop it!"