Vivian Yates looked like she was on the verge of tears. "Annabelle..."
"Enough!" The name, coming from her, utterly disgusted Annabelle Linton. Her face filled with contempt. "What, trying to change the subject? You're crying a river, so have you given up on the dear friend you're trying to save?"
Vivian Yates wiped her tears, deliberately putting on an act of 'I'll be strong and sacrifice everything for my friend.' She walked up to Annabelle Linton. "Fine. You tell me. How do you want me to beg so you'll agree?"
"Kneel," Annabelle Linton said with a soft chuckle. "Kneel for me, and I'll spare her. Hm?"
'Before I died in my past life, she wore this same smug expression when she forced me to kneel. I'm going to make her taste what it's like to be humiliated!'
As soon as she finished speaking, everyone in the room stared at Annabelle Linton in shock.
Vivian Yates's eyes widened. "You—"
