Yzabelle:

“Yeah, that’s for sure. You come from a well-off family. You probably thought everyone was afraid of you. But I am not one of them.” I fiercely said, showing no fear of him.

A spoiled brat like him should hear something like this, once in a while. It was for them to wake up from their illusions that they could rule the world just because they came from a dirty rich family.

“Oh, come to think of it, I haven’t researched your family, yet.” I took my phone from the coffee table near me. “I should know what kind of family you are from, so I would know who...