Chapter 5

Sarah's face went pale in an instant.

She grabbed the dressing table, barely managing to stay upright.

She looked at me, her lips trembled, but she couldn't get a single word out.

I knew I'd gotten what I wanted.

The mango was my second move, which struck right at her heart.

Because it was her Achilles' heel. An inherent flaw she could never escape.

I pretended to be startled by her reaction and asked timidly, "Mrs. Grant, you okay? Did I say something wrong?"

Sarah took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

"I'm fine." Her voice was trembling.