"Now it's just the hair. Next, it can be anything from her body." The boy smiled and snapped his finger. The man in the room got his meaning, slipping the dagger against Savannah's pale face until the dagger reached her ear.
The blade was pressed tightly against her earlobe as if it would be cut off the next moment.
Nicolo gasped, glancing at the boy, who was so ruthless at such a young age. No wonder he was brought up by the godfather.
Dylan's face was still immovable, but the pupil of his eyes contracted slightly. It indicates that despite his calmness, he was furious.
The boy kept his eyes fixed on Dylan. He was about to give his next order when Dylan interrupted him fiercely.
"Enough!"
"Oh, so why didn't you admit that you care about this woman just now?" The boy smiled triumphantly:
