An hour had passed before Paige Summers felt she had completely shaken off the original body's influence.
She let out a deep breath, opened the door, and walked into the living room.
There, Erin Quinn was sitting leisurely on the sofa, a faint smile on her lips as she watched Ryan Faraday on the other side.
Ryan Faraday, on the other hand, was not doing so well.
He was standing in a corner, trembling uncontrollably. With his head bowed, he stared intensely at his own palms, his face a ferocious, agonized mask.
Paige Summers turned and asked, "What's wrong with him?"
Erin Quinn shrugged. "He's repenting for the sins he's committed."
"..."
'Needless to say, this must be this little girl's handiwork.'
Paige glanced at Ryan Faraday. 'For a man like him, psychological torment has to be worse than physical pain. It wasn't a bad idea to try this kind of punishment first!'
"Have you asked him everything?"
"Relax. I got all the details about Nadia, too. He actually knows a lot."
