Liver walked to the front of Sophia Pickering.
He reached out to grab her chin, closely examining her face that had a thin callus from holding a pen for many years.
After a satisfied look, he let go of her, "The little girl is quite sharp-tongued, but she looks pretty cute when she's lively."
There were quite a few girls held captive in the villa, probably around fourteen or fifteen.
But those people had suffered a lot, their beautiful faces were all that remained through the years of torment.
Their insides were already rotten, filled with a gloomy, oppressive aura that made it hard to be interested in them.
Hanna Quiller spat, "What a piece of crap."
Cute? They were indeed pretty cute.
Because they had predicted that these devils would sooner or later be brought to justice and become despised and hunted by everyone.
White and Liver ignored their curses, and the two began to get touchy-feely, showing a wretched expression on their fat-laden faces.
