"I really don't know what you're talking about," Han Manyin insisted on her statement, fully aware that Shen Jiangli had begun to doubt her.
No matter where he had seen a hint, she had to deny it all within her heart; otherwise, if he was just probing, she would be done for.
Thinking back to the last time in his office, the man's ruthlessness still terrified her.
She dared not anger him.
Shen Jiangli gazed steadily into her eyes, as if trying to see right through her, laying her bare before him.
He watched her for a long time, then extended his hand, grasped her chin, and gently lifted her face so she had to look him in the eye.
Then he slowly began to speak, "You have two more chances,"
This counted her just-spoken words as one chance.
He only gave her three in total.
He never had patience, especially not for people like Han Manyin, who habitually lied to him. He had no real feeling for her, his initial lack of control over his emotions had hurt her.