"Jenna folded her hands in front of her chest and her silky hair rested on her shoulders. Although her face was pale, her unique beauty and charm could not be concealed. She gazed at him, her glare icy and piercing."

"To be precise, she was squinting at Hansen and Aria. Aria's arms were snaked around Hansen's waist as she clung to him. Her round eyes were full of innocence and grievance, looking like a petite girl being bullied."

"Jenna clenched her fists, her stare sending chills running down spines."

"Hansen Richards, there are three minutes left before twelve o'clock. Listen up, if you don't come up and move your things,...