There were only two things that could've happened with this encounter if Heaven didn't confront Andrea. It was either Andrea would escape and resign or she would coordinate with whoever ordered her to do such a vile thing.
Heaven couldn't risk either of them. Allowing this maid to leave the mansion would push her back to square one. Who knew if the person behind this hired another person to finish the job?
"If I were you, I'd be quiet. Don't make me."
Andrea's breath hitched, holding her breath until her neck turned taut. She could feel the sharp edges of the broken bottle pressing against her pulse, aware that one wrong move, and she would end up dead.
'Ugh…' she winced as her eyes burned, but she still forced her eyes to open. Her vision was blurry, but she caught the pair of eyes hovering over her. She could feel the murderous intent cast upon her, making her gulp a mouthful.
