'So-so looking girl?!' Cixi couldn't believe her ears. This narcissistic bastard was too busy praising himself and looking down on her!
She gritted her teeth. "I am not so-so. I am beautiful according to my friends! And I see myself in the mirror! I look fine!"
"Oh, look, someone is narcissistic!" Cassian commented, sighing.
"That's my dialogue! It's you who is narcissistic!"
She precisely remembered exactly how effortlessly he had convinced a terrified crowd that Mark's gun was a fake prop. He indeed possessed a terrifying, magnetic charisma. People would blindly believe a psychopath in a tailored suit over a flushed, desperate woman any day of the week.
"It's alright. I know the truth can be hard to swallow! The more you stay in my company, the more you will get used to hearing the truth about yourself!"
Cixi stared at him. Did he simply not hear anything she said unless it pleased him?
