"Absolutely not!" Michael's face turned stern, declaring righteously, "How could I be that kind of person! To think such thing, you're obviously underestimating me."
Lucy glanced at him.
Still giving off a chilly vibe yet somewhat enrapturing inexplicably, she strutted toward the helicopter not far away with her eye-catching long legs.
She directly called over the pilot, declaring herself capable of flying.
Michael smiled and approached her, "Are you feeling that we are about to part ways, hence wanting to seize more time alone?"
Looking at him, Lucy said, "While your skills are formidable, they're not unparalleled. But when it comes to loose talk, no one in the world can beat you."
The helicopter pilot quickly disembarked. As he passed by Lucy, he didn't dare to cast her a glance.
She was too stunning, her aura too strong. Ordinary men not only couldn't conquer her; they didn't even have the guts to look her in the eye.