"Hold her down!"
Julius Reed lifted the lid of the hidden weapon box, pressing it against Anna Harris's head, "My patience seems to have worn thin."
As soon as he finished speaking,
Aron Jackson walked straight over and held down Anna Harris's arms, securing her to the chair.
Pain!
Anna Harris's knees had lost all sensation.
Or rather, her entire leg was numb.
As if it had been sawed off.
Tears uncontrollably streamed from Anna Harris's eyes.
Pain and humiliation, along with fright.
She had never experienced such a situation in her life.
"Are you really Baylor Davenport or not?"
Julius Reed's finger lightly touched the trigger, his eyes carrying a cold gleam, "This is your last chance."
Sergei Harris!
Sergei Harris had been found problematic.
But now, the Anna Harris in front of him claimed she didn't know Sergei.
Either she was lying,
or the Anna Harris back then was Baylor Davenport, and had nothing to do with the person before him.
