Chapter 857

Chapter 857 Pay A Higher Price However, in the next instant, her eyes suddenly widened in surprise.

Beneath Emrys‘ mask, there was unexpectedly a second mask.

“You!” In an instant, Sylvia realized what was happening.

She reached out, intending to remove Emrys‘ second mask, but suddenly felt a tightness around her neck. It turned out that Emrys had grabbed hold of her collar.

“Hehe! The price you have to pay for removing this second mask is slightly higher than the first,” Emrys said with a smirk.

Without a doubt, if Sylvia dared to remove the second mask, Emrys would have boldly ripped open her collar. Emrys could already imagine the sight that would meet his eyes.

then.

“You rotten pervert! How dare you cheat?” In the end, Sylvia just couldn’t muster the courage to remove Emrys‘ second mask.

The cost of doing so was simply too much.

Sylvia swatted away Emrys‘ hand that was groping her. Filled with resentment and frustration, she fled from Sword King Hall, refusing to exchange another word with Emrys. After all, she knew Emrys had been toying with her from the very beginning.

Is that all there is to it? I initially thought she had mustered up a great deal of courage! Emrys savored the lingering warmth in his hand, surprisingly finding himself yearning for more.

He never felt any guilt toward Sylvia because she had been attempting to get close to him. with ulterior motives.

“Ms. Morris…”

In a huff, Sylvia stormed out of Sword King Hall. Peter couldn’t resist approaching her to engage in a conversation, but before he could even utter a word, Sylvia ran off without pausing or looking back.

“Um… What’s the matter with Ms. Morris?” Peter, puzzled, scratched the back of his head.

Outside, Wyatt and Ameera, who had been waiting, also found the situation odd. They quickly caught up with Sylvia and asked, “Sylvia, what happened? Did the inheritor of ally you Sword King’s inheritance bully:

Initially, Sylvia had no intention of speaking. However, when she heard the word ‘bully: the pent–up grievances in her heart instantly erupted. With a voice filled with resentment and indignation, she said.

“That man is nothing but a pervert. He’s a vile man!”

When Wyatt and Ameera heard that, their expressions instantly changed. Ameera hastily probed further, “What did he do to you?” Something must have transpired between Tigger and Sylvia for her to be so infuriated. She even went as far as to call him a pervert. Although I advocate for us to win over the inheritor, he has to take responsibility. He couldn’t just take advantage of Sylvia and walk away without a care. Wouldn’t that put me at a great losst If Sylvia had truly suffered any harm, Ameera felt that she must return to confront the inheritor and demand an explanation. After all, he needed to shoulder that responsibility.

However, Sylvia hesitated to speak. She was frustrated deep down yet unsure of where to begin.

She couldn’t possibly admit that she willingly threw herself at Emrys, allowing him to take advantage of her as he pleased, could she?

That would be utterly embarrassing.

Sylvia pulled herself together and said, “He never laid a hand on me, but he insulted me with his words.

He treated me as if I were some sort of opportunistic, fawning woman, playing up to those in power in the most demeaning way.”

Ameera fell silent. Why do I get the feeling you’re subtly insulting me?

“Sylvia, given your personality, you shouldn’t be this fragile. He only said a few harsh words, and you’re this upset?” Clearly, Ameera didn’t believe Sylvia’s explanation.

However, Sylvia had no intention of delving deeper into the topic. She simply said, “That- man’s words are so wicked that I feel the urge to tear his mouth apart.”

Seeing her reluctance to continue the conversation, Ameera had no choice but to drop it. She figured that in such a short time, there couldn’t have been too much harm done. After a pause, she asked, “Were you able to figure out his identity? Is he Emrys?”

Sylvia was taken aback for a moment, then she shook her head, her voice filled with. complexity as she said, “I’m not sure.”

Not sure? Ameera asked, “Didn’t you sense the aura of a cultivator about him?”