"What now, Mr. Hart, are you planning to make me your 'village chief's wife'?" she mocked intentionally, knowing this man would neither dare nor do it.
Christopher Hart smiled a smile but didn't pick up on that, and self-mockingly said, "You've won! No wonder you dare to be so arrogant in front of me!"
It turns out she had been well prepared long ago, wiping clean all traces that could prove her identity.
"Hart..."
"Do you think by doing this you can make a clear cut from me?"
The man interrupted her, a dark smile on his face.
"The more you do this, the more it stirs my interest in you!"
"..." The woman's eyes flitted back and forth, showing a hint of panic.
"I don't care if you're Amelia Garcia or Clarke Norton... from today on, don't even think about escaping the palm of my hand—'village chief's wife'... that's not a bad idea."
His tone was low, enunciating every word with gritted teeth.
Amelia Garcia outwardly remained calm, but inside she was already in turmoil.