Amelia Wilson felt disgusted by her so-called love affair with Harry Collins, as if she had swallowed a fly.
"I must get those videos back, even if it costs me my life."
"Risk your life?" Victoria Garcia couldn't help but voice her anger, "How many lives do you have to gamble with him?"
"I might as well face the same end as him." Amelia Wilson had a death-defying expression, clearly at the end of her tether.
"Stop saying stuff like that, or else shut up." Victoria Garcia never had much patience with her younger sister, always resorting to harsh measures. Fortunately, Amelia Wilson would usually back down.
Amelia Wilson looked gloomy. If those videos of her in bed with the Third Young Master Collins were to be leaked online, she felt like she could die.
She had repeatedly craved success, yearned to climb the social ladder, and envisioned marrying into a wealthy family...
However, she also had her limits.
