At this, Debora found the bright and icy look in Ella's eyes, like a sharp arrow shooting towards her, causing her to stumble back a few steps in terror. She hurriedly interjected, "Brandon, you have to fend her off for me! Look how vicious she is, she's already picking a fight with me!"
"Debora, don't be afraid. As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you."
At present, Brandon was consumed with an intense lust for power. Now that Jason and Miles Lacey were dead, the only one still connected to them was Debora. It was very likely that she could become the future leader of the royal family.
Debora had once said that once that time came, she would yield the throne to him.
This was a boundlessly glorious prospect for a man, having power, something every man thirsts for!
"Brandon, get lost," Ella didn't want to get embroiled in conversation.
However, the long knife in Brandon's hand suddenly began swirling around, menacingly aimed at Ella's face, "Ella, don't push me. Leave now!"
