Bella Acker clutched her backpack tightly, standing silently in place for a long time.
Sadness and embarrassment were not enough to describe her current mood. She felt more like a blank slate; her mind was blank, and even her heart was empty, filled with a chilling wind.
Damian Sinclair continued, "Ms. Acker, do you think that no matter who asks me for help, I would assist them? Or do you think you're special?"
"I... I don't." Bella Acker never dared to hope that she was anything special to him. To him, she used to be nothing more than a contract-bought companion, and now she didn't even have that connection. How could she dare to hope for anything special?
"You don't?" Damian Sinclair seemed to mock her with a chuckle, "If not, on what basis does Ms. Acker think I should help you?"
Indeed, there was no basis! He didn't really have to meet her. To even see her, perhaps he just wanted to mock her a bit?
