C873 [you Slander Me]

Nevin's voice was as cold as the ice in December. Georgia swallowed her saliva and changed her aggressive attitude. She said timidly, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Nevin lowered his head and stared at the red wine in his hand. His eyes were terrifyingly dark. "This time, it's a fluke. The next time won't be so lucky."

He raised his head and drank the wine in his cup