"Don't touch my face! I'll talk, I'll talk!"
The two things a woman values most are her beauty and her virtue. For a vain woman like Alice, her face was, without a doubt, her most precious possession.
A smirk touched Seraphina Ashworth's lips. It was just as she'd thought—the only way to deal with people like this was to get rough.
"Th-the people from the Apex Alliance... I was the one who hired them. But those Death Warriors... I swear I don't know anything about them," Alice stammered, her eyes darkening as she trembled.
Everyone was stunned by Alice's confession, especially the Old Madam. Her aged face flushed red, then turned pale, her expression a complex mixture of emotions.
'How could the person I chose be like this? This...'
Seraphina Ashworth's gaze turned instantly frigid. The hand holding the dagger flashed through the air. A split second later, a scream even more bloodcurdling than the last tore through the room.
"AHHH—"
