"The moment I get out of here, I'll use the face of that silver-haired kid to wipe the floor," Diona grumbled while massaging her wrists after she had been freed.
"How dare he tie me up like a pig for roasting? I'll murder him!"
Charles didn't say anything and simply observed the young lady that was cursing Alex with every fiber of her being.
Clearly, she found the experience humiliating. Still, it was her fault for instigating everything in the first place, so Charles believed that she deserved it.
"Well then, I'm sure you have a lot of questions," Diona suddenly said with a fearless grin. "If it's about my three sizes, it's…"
"Stop!" Charles raised his hand. "I'm not interested in your three sizes. I already have a girlfriend whom I love very much."
"Oh really?" Diona giggled. "But you see, I can tell that you and her still hadn't done the deed. Both of you still smell like milk to me. So, how about I teach you a thing or two, hmm?"
