The room was as bright as daylight, but Lilian Lopez felt darkness surrounding her.
Her brain had stopped thinking.
Though Daisy Zane's hand around her neck didn't strangle her, she still felt it hard to breathe. Her breath was hot, but her body was cold and rigid and her hair stood on end.
Why was this person so terrifying?
The assistant fell to the floor, holding her head and shaking uncontrollably.
Daisy Zane lowered her gaze at Lilian's face; her eyes seemed to freeze. She held a hairpin, pressing it against Lilian's skin without breaking it, but making it hurt.
Lilian's legs instantly went weak, and her body trembled involuntarily.
"Lilian Lopez, you really know how to cross my line," Daisy Zane chuckled lightly, then let go of her hand.
Lilian fell to the ground, gasping for air, one hand covering her neck, and the other on her face.
Her tears blurred her vision, and she sobbed gently as she dared not look up at Daisy Zane.
