He lowered his eyes in contemplation, his face pure and clean. No one could guess the filth that lingered in his mind.
Iris Harris felt a chill, a vague unease. She glanced up, and the man looked over as well, giving her a gentle, soft smile.
She felt a coldness throughout her body, frightened by the undisguised desire in his eyes, her face turned pale as she hastily averted her gaze.
She was pondering whether breaking her legs when she got inside would make Henry Ford spare her.
But then, in despair, she realized that Henry Ford would never give her the chance to break her own legs.
Fear and shock surged in her heart, her face gradually turning pale, starkly contrasting with the gentle, smiling man beside her.
Everyone boarded the boat, and Henry Ford led her towards his cabin. Iris's steps were hesitant, and she staggered under his pull. The man sensed her resistance, exerting strong, domineering force, allowing no disobedience.
