Sandra shuddered, admiring Amelia's ruthless expression. If she had half of Amelia's determination, would it have taken her eight years?
She might have already escaped from that scumbag man, Antony Brown.
"It's not my turn to mess around?" Amelia said coldly.
She took her hand off Linda's face.
With a murderous stare: "Then is it your turn? You came running at the first whiff of trouble, even a dog isn't as eager as you. As soon as you see something wrong on my side, you're rushing to trample on it. People can't reincarnate as fast as you kick them when they're down."
As soon as Amelia released her, Linda slumped to the ground, clutching her head in pain, staring at Amelia fiercely, "You're a madwoman."
Amelia smirked and squatted down: "Wrong. I'm possessed by a ghost."
Amelia responded to Linda with her own words.
For a while, Linda was at a loss for words.
Turning to look at Kallie Rayno, as if to seek some kind of accomplishment through her.
"Kallie—"
