C57 Wasn't She the Bargaining Chip?

When she thought of Emma, Rosa could not help but taunt her, "Aren't you afraid that the sick will be angered to death by you?"

The man's face darkened, "You don't need to worry about her."

She smiled awkwardly, "Do you think I look like I want to care about her?"

He raised his hand and caressed her hot face. He hooked her chin with his index finger and said coldly