Aldana Candi recognized her; she was a maid in the villa. There weren't many servants in this villa, and they were all very quiet, with no interaction with her. When Aldana saw her, she only felt a bit familiar. In her memory, there weren't many images of this person. But at this moment, she was already a different person. The timid demeanor had faded, revealing eyes colder than sharp blades, making her stand out like a beacon in the crowd.
Aldana always thought that Philip Shaw was quite at ease with keeping her here, even not placing many bodyguards. However, he had actually placed those bodyguards among the servants, perhaps to lessen her feeling of being watched by others.
The woman was holding a pistol, aiming right at Eric Candi's forehead, taking a slow step into the room. Her voice was distinctive, hoarse like heavy metal, as she spoke to Eric again, "Put her down!"
