Jordan lowered his face and ignored her. No one knew what he was thinking.
What was more exciting than defeating a tyrant who could do anything he wanted with my words?
I was a little overjoyed, expecting to have poked Jordan's sore point. I decided to take advantage of the situation to display the ugliness of his heart. "You despise Hendrix's life which is brilliant and full of happiness. As a result, you are jealous of him and you try to ruin it because you can't have it. If that is all it takes to prove that you are a thoroughly evil person, that will be fine. However, you are not! You want to destroy him like you are a saint, and replace him indirectly at the same time. Naomi's expression now is probably the best evidence for this matter."
Jordan's eyes, which were shrouded by his glasses, flashed with a sinister light. He then uttered in a warning tone, "Keep your woman under control."
Hendrix looked like he was bewitched. He reached out and pulled me over. "Sit down."
I shook him off and continued to ask aggressively, "What's wrong? You don't dare listen to this? Or are you afraid to admit to yourself that you are desperate to get rid of Hendrix? Is it because you cannot compete with him no matter how hard you try?"
"Bang!" Jordan was completely enraged. He swung his fist at the cup in front of him and it shattered loudly, into smithereens.
Subconsciously, he made a swallowing gesture and took a deep breath to keep himself calm.
I knew that jealousy and pride had burned off Jordan's disguised confidence. His desire to win led him to fall into my trap step by step.
His silence made the air seem to freeze. I closed my lips tightly and did not continue to provoke him.
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