Hehehe...
Ophelia Wilson heard the sound of her own teeth chattering. Her pupils were dilated with extreme fear, and if not for the chair behind her to rely on, she might have collapsed onto the ground already.
Having acted in countless roles, it was the first time she fully experienced the chilling murderous aura described in scripts, and the suffocating feeling of death.
She thought her acting was excellent, and she had even seen the imposing aura some actors could create when portraying generals or assassins. But... those seemed laughably childish compared to the current situation.
Ophelia regretted it, questioning why she had come and provoked Charles Seymour.
The terrifying aura that made Ophelia wish for a hole to hide in was non-existent for Sophie Wilson.
With a cheerful smile, she stood up and went to grab Charles Seymour's hand.
