Chapter 407

"Miss Fields, were you talking to me just now?" Hanson finally turned around, eyelids drooping as he looked down at her with that usual condescending stare. Claire raised an eyebrow, calm as ever. "Who else could I be talking to? Got anyone else in this room with a pulse?" One dude was practically bled dry, hanging on the wall like some creepy wall art. If it weren't for the faint breathing, she might've thought he was already gone. As for her, wrists and ankles tied up tight—who was she gonna call, Casper? Hanson seemed amused, eyes scanning her slowly. "You've got guts. But clearly, you still don't get me. Ordering me around as if you were invited for tea—seriously, are you delusional?" She tilted her head, mimicking him perfectly. "Didn't you say you were 'inviting' me over? Gotta say, your guest service is abysmal." He let out a cold snort and gave her a dismissive glance, not bothering to continue the back-and-forth. Hanson knew damn well she was doing this on purpose. But the fac