Novel & Cerita Jane The Killer Real Face

"And you are?" Jane wasn't sure what to do. If these people were going to harm her, they could have easily done it by now, and the bandages around her waist indicated they had actually helped her. Maybe that was what she wasn't quite able to trust. "Jane . . . Jane Collier," she whispered. Her eyes had fallen on Nathaniel, whose face she had seen back in the alley. "I know you," she said.

"God, you make me feel like shit. I hate feeling like this. Queenie, it was never about the money." "I don't remember doing anything to you!" Jana thought about the people Queenie might have made an enemy with. "Was it Nissa? Nissa that bitch! I'll skin her!" A series of sharp sound from a stiletto broke their conversation. Jana tried to listen carefully but the third person didn't reveal any sound. "There's no need to be quiet, you killer!" Jana scoffed, "See? I was never wrong about you!" The sack on her head was jerked out. The perpetrator didn't use mild strength and decidedly hurt her face at the process. "See what, cousin? That you're unbearably stupid?"

But someone below exclaimed, "My God! Isn't that Jane? It seems that the man is Louise Young, right?" "Your mother! This bitches still dare to act like victims after all that? Push others as a scapegoat? I really want to applause her for faking a good act!" "So that's mean... It turns out that Lily was really wronged!" "Amazing! Whoever thought someone who looks like a white rabbit turned out to be a filthy whore!" Jane quickly turns around and finds the adult video of herself and Louise playing on the big screen behind her. In an instant, she was cold all over and her face color faded. She was holding the microphone in her hand. This was her only chance to fight for a better chance. Jane qu

I hissed and gasps echoed from the crowd. “You call him a murderer but you’re no different,” Jane spat, before stepping out of the crowd. “You came to me, making me believe he killed my mother, but in truth you were the killer.” “You see what he does?” He said to the crowd. “He kills people and then frames others for his crime. But unlike him, I do not suffer from a disorder that leaves me lusting after blood, so I could never do such a thing.” I had to say, Reign deserved an award for how good of a liar he was.

“For seven years, I've been hunting that sneaky rat who I have never seen in my life except the description Isabella gave me.” I raked my fingers aggressively through my hair. “Now, how did he manage to delete the footage without a single sign of warning.” “How am I supposed to map his real face?” A desperate wish bloomed in the corner of my chest. I wished that Aria was truly Isabella, and her brain remembers everything. I just wish… She's the only person that knows him too well. The way he thinks. The way he acts. How he manipulated everyone around him. “Where’s the sketch artist?”

Jane said with a smile and a look of pride on her face, this was the first thing I saw from the live footage. “What do you mean?” Avery asked her in confusion, she looked very disgusted at her. “How do you think the witches got Intel about the warrior's movement back then” Jane asked beaming with pride, Elder Jane, the very Jane I had considered as one of my closest advisors? How could she do this? “So it was you, you are the reason all those werewolves died?” Avery asked in anger as she began to attack Jane. Jane was strong but not stronger than Avery, she wounded her badly before she let her go.