Enna Clark stepped back, her sharp eyes fixed on Scarlett, who sat leisurely in her chair. "What do you want to do!"
"I don't want to do anything. I just want you to leave Brother Baron and let him see your true face, so I can only have someone strip off your 'disguise'."
Scarlett spoke as if she had no other choice, but the gleam in her eyes suggested otherwise. While she said this, she turned her head and gave the Female Officer a look.
The Female Officer immediately understood her meaning, took out a camera, and aimed it in Enna's direction. She ordered two fat, strong men, "After you strip her clothes off later, remember to face her towards me, so I can take a picture."
"Hehe, understood. Don't worry, I'll make sure to hold her down for you to get a clear shot," said the man who had a gun pressed against his head by Enna Clark in the abandoned factory. The triumphant look in his small, beady eyes was full of revenge as he already imagined Enna Clark's cries and wails.
