"No, I won't." He smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "I won't make things difficult for you."
Iris Harris didn't expect him to say that, she looked at him slightly dazed, and gazed into his icy, pitch-black eyes.
In stark contrast to his smiling demeanor was the chilling coldness in his eyes.
Iris Harris slowly clenched her hand; Brandan Hyde's agreement with Elder Lester was obviously with ill intentions.
She desperately needed this bid. However, if Brandan Hyde was working behind the scenes, she had no chance of winning.
Iris Harris sat there, a faint sweat breaking out on her body. She said softly, "I... may not be a good student, and with Mr. Hyde's skills being so great, I'm afraid I'd end up dragging him down..."
Brandan Hyde slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and interrupted her lightly, "I know my own limits."
"But..."
