"That is to say, about our future." Joseph looked cold.
Irish was shocked, "How long do you plan to keep me in prison here?"
"That's why we need to negotiate about this." Joseph pressed his soared forehead, staring at her, "If the result is good, you can leave here soon. If not, it will be hard for you to leave this place."
Irish had an idea that he would not keep this state all the time. He had to come back to New York one day, and then how would he deal with her?
So finally, he talked about it.
"What do you want?" She asked directly.
Joseph got up slightly with two arms on his leg and two hands crossed. He looked at her and said slowly, "Irish, there are two options. You can choose one, and no matter which choice you make, you can leave here."
Irish thought that he was not so kind. These two choices must have been difficult for her to make.
"Just say it." She took a deep breath and prepared for it.
