"Afraid of dying? Hmph, now that you've locked me up here, it's definitely not going to be easy to get out. Alive or dead, it's all up to you—what's the use of being afraid!?"
Emily Stone's heart harbored no fear at this moment; aside from hating the woman before her, she was mostly concerned about Tara Summer.
Nancy Yancey could have tampered with the medication—who knows what she's done? While Tara may feel comfortable now, it could all be an illusion; she might experience adverse reactions later!
No! She couldn't let anything happen to Tara; she had to find a way out of here to notify Tara and tell her the truth!
"Emily Stone, I see you're quite brave!" Han Xingchen sneered coldly, reassessing Emily, thinking how despite her delicate appearance, she was so resolute. And that face—without glasses, she hadn't realized how beautiful she was.
Beautiful? Hah, what does it matter when in the end, she'd still end up dead? Just a corpse's face!?
