Siara scoffed,"Because they are your enemy not friends."
"Sure, they are your enemy but still the person who can make her enemy fake friends, how can her words be trustworthy?" Sara smiled and asked her. Sara was sure she was planning something to make her leave Michael.
"You can know if I am lying, check it out and you will know who is lying." Siara flipped her hair, leaning back. She was full of confidence, she knew that Michael had still kept Sara's photo in the room. He didn't tell her but she just found it out by mistake, never thought a dead person could be so useful.
If she didn't see her get killed in front of her eyes, she will never believe that the person in front of her was not Sara. Sara was dead, she had given her the most painful death one can imagine.
"What's going on here?" Michael interrupted them, walking down the stairs.
