Mm.
That's right.
Clarissa had already picked up on some clues from that foolish maid's mouth.
Daniel Shaw sat beside her, feeding her a plump red grape, his lips parted slightly, "Clarissa, it doesn't matter who I am, do you trust me?"
"Of course, Danny, you're the best!"
"She offended you."
In the depths of Daniel's cold gaze, a hint of anger began to rise.
"Huh? Her words were quite irritating, but not to the point of throwing her off the plane... Doing that would—"
Before Clarissa could finish her sentence, Daniel stuffed another organic, imported grape into her mouth, his voice as firm as the wind, "Since you're willing to wander with me afar, I must ensure your safety all the way. Even the slightest annoyance cannot be tolerated, understand?"
"Oh, I got it, Clarissa."
Clarissa had no choice but to stop thinking about things that couldn't be undone, gratefully and obsequiously saying, "Danny, thank you. Coming out with you this time is my super great luck..."
