Chapter 20: Making a Deal, Are You Blackmailing Me?

Noah Bates just sat there, his back stiff and straight, his figure slender and stylish, his face half-turned, delicate yet devilish.

The man sat in a luxuriously furnished private room, as though he was a European noble, commanding the space with his presence, his features picturesque.

The moment Violet Don saw it was Noah Bates, her breath caught in her throat. Following that, she incredulously exclaimed, "Why is it you?"

"Third Frye helped me find you through diplomacy."

Noah Bates said indifferently, "Let's sit down and talk about it."

"No need, I have nothing to say to you."

Violet Don abandoned her astonished expression and turned around with a cold face. From behind her, Noah's derisive laughter echoed—

"Violet Don, are you so afraid of me now? Are you still that genius designer from back then?"

Violet's steps halted abruptly; he was insulting her dignity, forcing her to stay!