Evelyn Crawford's slender fingers were already tightly clasped around Isabel Bailey's neck.
"Anyone who dares move, I'll immediately snap her neck!"
There was a chorus of gasps at the scene where someone dared to take the Bailey Family's daughter hostage in broad daylight.
Watching the scene unfolding before him, Jasper Bollock furrowed his brows in frustration and raised his hand to his forehead.
He had thought she had truly learned to judge situations, so he let her handle this matter to see how she would resolve it.
But she... she...
Jasper Bollock sighed helplessly.
He shouldn't have indulged her.
However, seeing that the soldiers were truly intimidated by Evelyn Crawford,
Jasper Bollock withdrew his stepping foot.
He picked up a wine glass from a nearby table, smoothed his brows, and took a casual, light sip.
Well, since things had gone this far and as long as no one hurt her, let her play a little longer.
