The international boutique's fitting room was enormous, spanning more than ten square meters.
Yunne was expressionless at this point, and a man stood opposite her.
She couldn't see the man's face since he was wearing a metal mask. He was, however, quite skinny, and his voice was low and cold.
"We've given you lots of chances. You definitely have a lot of chances for making a move. Why didn't you do it?"
Hearing that, Yunne looked at him coldly.
Her face was no longer filled with the polite smile that she had before.
She only had a cold and indifferent expression on her face.
Glancing at him coldly, she asked, "How do I know that you will let my family go after I complete the task for you?"
The man sneered and walked over slowly, step by step.