"You..." Lynn Fletcher's eyes widened. She stared at Silas Thornton, whose face was dark as he walked toward her step by step. Her breathing grew rapid, and she couldn't force a single word out.
She felt the air in her chest dwindling, as if someone were strangling her, trying to kill her.
One of Silas Thornton's hands was in his pocket while the other hung at his side, clenched into a fist in mid-air. The veins on the back of his hand bulged as if he were squeezing something, tightening his grip with each passing moment.
Lynn Fletcher stared at his hand, seeing the look on his face that screamed he wanted to kill her.
For the first time, an emotion called fear rose in her heart.
On the security camera footage from above,
Lynn Fletcher and Silas Thornton stood facing each other, separated by at least two meters.
Lynn Fletcher's face inexplicably turned red, then purple, then deathly pale as her eyes rolled back in her head.
