‘Damn it! I was captured by the Heaven Cult from her villa the other day. It seems that she’s still angry at me!’ Darryl thought.

“Miss Newman, I really need a favor from you. It’s a matter of life and death,” he pleaded.

Although he did not know Circe long, he knew she had a kind heart under her cold façade. If not, she would not have apologized to him for the phone incident.

“A matter of life and death?” Circe replied.

Meanwhile, Evelyn smirked, thinking Darryl was suspicious, “Oh, cut the act! I can see that you’re just trying to get closer to Circe, am I right? Don’t you even dare to fantasize about that, you douche! Go lost and stop ruining our day!”

Evelyn felt better after slapping him, but his face still annoyed her.

Darryl did not respond and kept on looking at Circe with sincerity.

Watching Darryl just stand there, Evelyn said, “Why are you still here? Aren’t you ashamed? Was the slap not enough for you?” She walked toward him and prepared to slap him again.