At that moment, housekeeper Bronte felt he was being played by this bitch. He roared in fury, "Xaviera Evans! You bitch! What exactly are you trying to do? There are no surveillance cameras here, so even if I kill you, no one will see it. So, I advise you to cooperate, or else..."
Suddenly, his voice halted, and a cold knife blade pressed against his neck, sending bursts of stinging pain. It seemed to have already cut through his skin.
Xaviera's gaze was indifferent, the knife in her hand tightly pressing against housekeeper Bronte's most vulnerable spot. With just a little force, his throat would be slit, and he would die.
"That's right, no one knows about this secluded place," Xaviera spoke slowly, her voice carrying a hint of chill, "Housekeeper Bronte, you're really stupid. Why did you follow me into a room with no surveillance and no lights? You chose to ignore the path to heaven and welcomed yourself into hell! Isn't that seeking death?"
