"Let me go," Lissy Lock shouted, "Let go!"
"Mrs. Fame, please cooperate with us ... otherwise, you'll only be causing harm to yourself. We dare not disobey Mr. Fame's orders..."
Lissy Lock bit her lower lip, her heart wrenching.
She was too naive, she had underestimated John Fame.
She thought she could protect Walter Smith, she thought she could do it, but she had not expected John to have her dragged away, denying her any opportunity to get near.
As a result, Walter ended up in this state, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
She threatened John, but he wasn't listening.
"John Fame! Do you really think I wouldn't dare?" Lissy shouted with all her might, "If you hurt him, you're hurting me!"
Her arms were red from her constant struggle, and the bodyguards had no choice but to grip her even tighter.
All she wanted was to run over and stand in front of Walter, betting that John wouldn't lay a hand on her!
