Ian Shaw's attitude was firm. He pushed the glass of water in his hand toward Aria Joyce again. "I said, drink first. Then, we can talk."
Aria Joyce had no room to resist. He had photos of her. So, other than obeying, she didn't know what else she could do.
'But I, Aria Joyce, swear that for tonight's humiliation, I will make them pay it back ten, a hundred, even a thousand times over someday!'
The anxiety in her eyes gave way to a calm resolve. She reached out, took the glass, and tilted her head back, drinking it all. "Can we talk about the photos now?"
"Heh, sure," Ian Shaw replied with a cold, mocking laugh.
Aria Joyce gripped the glass, a murderous glint in her eyes. Her tone was vicious. "Delete all the photos. Now. Immediately. Otherwise, even if you're Tristan Grayson's best friend, I'll make sure you don't walk out of here alive tonight!"
