Chapter 493 I Don’t Think Much of It
- Katherine Cornell didn’t move. She just looked at him, cool as ice. “Cut the fake pleasantries. I hate pointless chatter.”
- Zak Fraser sipped his tea, unfazed by her tone, as if he hadn’t heard a thing. Then he spoke, lazy and unhurried.
- “Miss Katherine, I know you still hold a big grudge against me. I admit, what I did before was wrong.”