"Miss Simpson, please don't do this. Let's talk it out calmly, don't act rashly. Don't be fooled by this tiny shard; it's dangerous. One wrong move and you might cut your throat."
Jack Woods was instantly alarmed, shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Talk calmly? If we could really talk, would you have tied me up and brought me here? I'm telling you, Alexander Johnson, let me go back right now. Otherwise, I'll die right in front of you!"
Chloe Simpson wasn't listening to anything at all, her emotions were intense, and she pressed the shard closer to her neck.
Quickly, bright red started to seep little by little from her neck.
Alexander Johnson clenched his fist forcefully, his gaze fixed on the trickle of blood seeping from Chloe's neck.
His hand was so tight that the veins bulged out, and his bones made cracking noises.
It was as if he was suppressing all his emotions.
