Scarlett Glenn's eyes were filled with a murderous aura, cold and bleak. She stared at the man without uttering a word.
The man thought Scarlett Glenn was scared, so he grew bolder, "Unfortunately for you, I just happen to have a few photos... I believe... this is Miss Glenn, isn't it?"
He pulled out his mobile phone and flipped to a few photos that showed the neon-lit street corners at midnight. Women dressed scantily as drinking companions, like meat hanging on a rack, waiting for guests to pick.
In the center of the street stood a woman in high heels and a red skirt, her face heavily made-up and wearing an explosive wig, about to cross the road, the side profile was unmistakably Scarlett Glenn.
Scarlett Glenn's face was expressionless, her hand gripping the bag tighter and tighter.
