The maids seemed to understand and lowered their stance. "Maniac, don't hurt Sister Minnie. We'll leave..."
"Then get lost."
The maids pursed their lips and walked out.
"Maniac, can you let me go now?" Miss Jane Hart's voice was tense. The sharp object against her skin was a piercing threat.
Her throat was being choked, and a sharp object was pressed against her face. She had no choice but to submit to the threat.
Sophie Sullivan TSK-TSKED. "If you're going to beg for a favor, at least show the right attitude. Understand?"
Don't forget, this face of hers is now in my hands.
To ruin it or not—it all depends on my whim.
If she hadn't secretly drugged me back then, I wouldn't have gone mad.
Considering our history, old and new, I could just destroy her face right now to vent my anger.
"How do you want me to beg you?" Minimus Hart softened her tone, showing signs of compromise.
