"Madam,"
Sonia strode in, dragging a woman clad in a black-and-red ombré gown, her mouth gagged with a necktie.
"This woman was lurking around our room and saw me take down the guards outside,"
She glanced down at her captive, her voice steady but laced with a chilling edge.
"Just to be safe, should I eliminate her?"
Eliminate?
The woman instantly grasped the lethal implication behind those words.
Her eyes widened in shock, pupils contracting to pinpricks.
This woman was going to kill her?! "Mmph—mmph!"
She thrashed violently, but it was futile.
Sonia's cherubic face remained expressionless, yet the grip on the woman's arm tightened mercilessly.
"Stay still."
A sharp gasp of pain escaped the captive as she nodded frantically, ceasing all resistance.
Straining her neck, she looked up at Camilla—now dressed in a waiter's uniform—with a mix of terror and bewilderment in her eyes.
This woman.
