After Rosalie finished speaking, she realized she had gone a little too far.

She thought Byron would refute her coldly, but she did not hear the man's voice for a while.

She only felt the lingering storm in the car.

Just when she was hesitating whether to say another sentence, the man's slightly helpless voice sounded in her ear.

"Well then, Miss Jacobs, would you mind putting me and other suitors in the same position? Don't treat me differently."

Byron really had no choice but to make concessions after thinking for a long time.

Hearing these words suddenly, Rosalie's heart shrank suddenly. She even doubted her ears.

‘How could someone so arrogant say such a humble thing?’

“If Young Master Martin is your so-called other pursuer, will you please treat me like how you treat him? After all, we have known each other no less than you and Young Master Martin have known each other."

Byron furrowed his brows, unsure what mood he was in when he said these words. "I know I’ve done you w