The Hidden Heiress's Revenge
I said firmly, seeing her hesitate at the doorframe.
But instead of obeying, she turned back… and pulled out a kitchen knife.
My body stiffened, but I didn’t flinch. “Even if you were holding a gun,” I said coldly, “you wouldn’t scare me.”
She didn’t lunge at me.
Instead, she raised the blade, and with a twisted grin, slashed her own arm.
Blood spilled in thin rivulets down her wrist. My heart jumped.
“I hope Theo beats you to death this time,” she hissed with a cackle, then, like a switch flipped, she let out a blood-curdling scream.