"Sit"
Alex's cold voice ran in the hall as an invisible pressure suddenly descended upon the Rose.
*Sit*
Rose, out of instinct, directly sat down on the cold marble floor like a dog, looking at him with a sacred yet expectant gaze for further instructions.
'Alia did quite a number on her, didn't she?'
Alex couldn't help but say it, seeing how obedient Rose became the moment he mimicked Alia.
There is shadow of Alia in her heart, One can only imagine what kinda torture this poor thing has gone through to turn out like this.
'Maybe that Violet is just a byproduct of Alia's torture.'
Alex once again thought that his previous hypothesis of the unexpected entry of Violet might also be because of Alia's doing.
That woman can break someone's mind casually. Just look at Natasha.
"Good girl"
Alex stretched out his hand as he patted her head, rubbing his soft, wide palm on her silky brunette hair with affection.
