Chapter 89

Sebastian's face changed, and then, with a somber face, he smashed the wine glass in his hand on the floor without warning. The flying shards of glass were scattered all over, and Brian didn't even lift an eyelid. "Mr. Rowan, why are you doing this? Women, after all, love money. Give her some, and she'll be more obedient than anyone else!" Sebastian raised his head, looked straight into the mockery in Brian's eyes, and sincerely shook his head. "She's different!" Brian adjusted to a more comfortable sitting position. "Mr. Rowan, so-called 'difference' is nothing more than being different from the masses. Putting it bluntly, it's just being aloof. Why don't you shatter her pitiful self-esteem? And then, like a god, extend a hand. I assure you, she'll follow your commands." Hearing this, Sebastian erupted into laughter, leaning back against the couch, staring at the crystal chandelier above and said, "Brian, this bizarre possessiveness of yours isn't love!" Brian shrugged indifferently.