Sylvia Ran trembled even harder. "You... you..."
"Sylvia Ran, you really have some nerve! You actually want to meddle in the Yin Family's power in Europe. Should I praise your courage, or laugh at your stupidity?" Charles Yin sighed lightly and said, "Do you think that just because you've acquired enough equity, you can touch Europe? That's truly amusing!"
Sylvia Ran glared fiercely at Charles Yin. Her voice grew more and more hoarse. At this moment, her voice had lost its former sweetness and clarity, sounding instead like a broken gong—like a teenage boy whose voice was changing, grating and unpleasant.
"Since you already know everything, do whatever you want—kill me, torture me, I don't care!" Sylvia Ran gritted her teeth and said.
Though she said this, her eyes kept darting toward the door, unable to stop herself.
It seemed like she was waiting for something.
Charles Yin suddenly let out a low chuckle.
"Why would I kill or torture you? Someone, help Sylvia Ran change into a proper outfit. She still has a social engagement to attend outside." After saying this, Charles Yin straightened up, stood, and prepared to leave.
Sylvia Ran couldn't understand why Charles Yin was doing this. She quickly called out to him, "What's the point of telling me all this today? I was your first love! That's undeniable. You're even wearing the clothes you wore when you pursued me, saying the same things you said back then. Charles Yin, can you honestly say you never loved me? Are you really capable of hurting me like this?"
Charles Yin did stop, but he didn't turn around.