May Sloane clapped her hands, "I'll arrange it right now, make that dead fish disappear."
"Okay." Tiana Thorne lazily curved her lips, her eyes bright with enthusiasm. She was becoming increasingly eager to see what kind of expression Ella Rivers would have upon seeing these videos.
Did they really think she'd forgotten?
The pain she'd endured was buried within her shell, never to be forgotten.
It was a little after four in the afternoon.
Tiana Thorne finished filming a fight scene with the demon tribe, and she was almost about to faint from exhaustion.
It's not that she was too fragile, but her body was too weak.
First, she lost too much blood, then she was trapped in an elevator, drained of strength, and a high fever had lowered her immunity. By now, she was utterly exhausted.
