Before she could ask for more details, the ropes binding her hands and feet were sliced through by the knife in Julio Reed's hand.
Alla thought Julio Reed might let her go, but instead, he suddenly turned the blade, pressing its sharp tip against her neck.
A commanding voice came from above her: "Ms. Barton, your neck is quite slender, a single slice should suffice, don't you think?"
The cold blade nicked her skin, and sweat beaded on Alla's forehead, rolling down in droves...
But she forced herself to remain calm, lifting her gaze to meet the eyes of the middle-aged man above her.
"Mr. Reed, I truly don't know who he is. Even if you kill me, I can't give you an answer. Why must you make things difficult for me?"
Her voice was pleading, but her eyes betrayed a resolute determination.
No one would pry Mr. White's whereabouts from her lips.
