"Don't touch me, take your filthy hands off."
Mona shouted at the top of her lungs.
The Hawk chuckled softly.
He said, "Relax, I won't touch you. As for your identity, we've figured it all out. Who dares to touch the daughter of the State Commission for Discipline Inspection's Deputy Secretary? Looking for death?"
"Good to know."
Hearing this, Mona breathed a sigh of relief.
The Hawk paused for a moment.
He walked over to Brynn Quincy's chair.
And immediately pulled out a dagger.
As the cold knife tip touched Brynn Quincy's neck, he twitched and shouted, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I have nothing to do with her, please let me go..."
Sniffling and tearing up.
Reminded Mona of Dirk Carter the previous night.
In the face of danger, Dirk Carter stayed calm and even got her out of harm's way.
Instantly, she realized the difference between men.
