314 is a murder weapon, pull him off the pedestal (2 more updates)

The girl stared intently at Finn Hale's phone, biting her lip in secret, as the number clearly wasn't his.

But for someone like Finn Hale, it wasn't strange to have multiple phones.

She still wore a smile, "Are you here to deliver something?"

"Yep."

"You…"

"As a younger person asking a favor, it's hard for an elder to refuse."

The girl smiled.

That statement was ridiculous.

You'd probably refuse your own father, yet feel embarrassed to refuse a younger person, Miss Lopez, who's probably been bullied by you at home.

Who can truly command you?

"Let's go, aren't you supposed to treat me to dinner?" Finn Hale stared at her intently.

She smiled bitterly.

As expected,

what was coming couldn't be avoided.

"I think…" She searched for the right words, wanting to find an excuse to decline, but couldn't think of any. The next second, her wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly by him.

He had grasped it.