Clayton was not surprised, as if he had expected Angie’s response.

This was Angie’s last bargaining chip. She handed over her power for a chance of survival.

Angie looked at Clayton nervously, and the fingerprint marks on her neck were especially frightening.

At this point, Angie could not care less about anything.

Clayton laughed lightly and looked particularly glum in the dimly lit room.

He said in a relaxed and deep voice, “Fine. I’ll give you a chance. Deliver your brother to me to show