Of course... it was her.
Amanda Smith's eyes widened as she stared blankly at the man's angry face. She saw gloom and mockery in his eyes. She opened her mouth and after a long while managed to stammer out three words, "It wasn't me..."
Her tears began to fall.
"It really wasn't me..."
"I don't know... I really don't know what happened..."
"Samuel, believe me, I would never do such a thing..."
"Believe me, please..."
The man looked at her coldly.
His eyes held a trace of contempt.
It was a disdain that reached deep into the bones.
Amanda Smith moved her lips, trying to speak, but suddenly, she found she couldn't say anything.
Explanations... at this point, they were utterly meaningless.
Now, the most terrifying thing was the implication behind this incident.
She seemed to suddenly come to her senses and dashed towards the door. The man seemed to have anticipated her move, seizing her wrist before she could reach it, and yanked her back harshly.
