Giselle was still standing under Leon's grip. Her neck was red, her breathing was labored. But her gaze remained defiant, unwavering.

"I'm not afraid because... I know I have compensation from your mother," Giselle said softly, deliberately provoking Leon's emotions. “No matter how bad you are, you won’t dare kill me. Because if I die, your mother will be furious!”  

Leon gripped her tighter, his jaw clenching, his eyes bloodshot.  

“Compensation? You’re such a materialistic girl!” he hissed.

“Yes! And that’s the truth, isn’t it?” Giselle smirked, though her body trembled. “Your mother needs me to make you fall in love. So... you have to endure me. Whether you like...