Chapter 1220: Good Morning, Fa...

Camilla, who was soaked with sweat, had collapsed on the bed with unshed tears in her eyes and a flushed face. She looked at Mag with a resentful gaze as she felt as if all her strength had been expended.

She had never expected this fellow would use such a perverted and underhanded method—tickling!

"Very good." Mag reached out to untie the string behind her head, and removed that ball from her mouth with his pinkies outstretched. "Now, you can begin to swear."

"I, Camilla Bartoli, swear on the name of my ancestors. From today onward, I will submit to Mag for one year. I will not defy or go against him," Camilla said, clenching her teeth. She felt so aggrieved that she wanted to cry.

"Remember your promise. From today onward, do a good job and never come and harass me again. I am already a parent of a daughter." Mag nodded with satisfaction. He helped Camilla turn over and removed the handcuffs and collar.