The young girl had a face as exquisite as an immortal, her voice was equally beautiful, yet every word she uttered exuded a dense aura of killing intent and violence.
"Ha, letting you die would be too easy, right?"
Cecilia looked down at the other person, as Winston Zane gazed at her slender and delicate form, feeling instantly suffocated.
"Ye... Eldest Miss Vaughn... Wuwuwu, I beg you, I truly was just a small player; I was blinded by greed when I harmed you, it was me who had no scruples, please, it's been so long since then, can't we just let it go?"
"Let it go?"
Cecilia took a deep breath, her face was expressionless, her almond-shaped eyes seemed to hide an endless frost and chill.
"There are many ways to make someone wish they were dead; do you want to spend your life in jail, or be humiliated by a group of men, huh..."
Winston Zane imagined that scene in his mind, and immediately fell silent.
