"You better not even think about damaging the camera, I have stored backups, and if you misbehave, these videos could leak at any moment." Zhao Minghai left the warning before promptly lying down and falling asleep.
Jian Keyan looked at the sleeping man beside her, her eyes flickering with a ferocious light.
If she killed Zhao Minghai, probably nobody could threaten her.
But then, her hands would be stained with blood, and if things went south, she would certainly be arrested and executed as punishment.
Only the dead can keep secrets forever!
Two ideas fought fiercely in her mind, leaving Jian Keyan utterly confused.
Just like that, she lay awake all night.
It wasn't until the next day when Zhao Minghai allowed her to leave, that she dared to gather her broken body and depart from his villa.
Sitting in the car, she silently memorized every detail of the villa, her fists clenched tightly.
Jian Keyan looked at the back of the driver, her eyes shifting.
