Silence pervaded the crowd, whether among the terrified women or the variously expressive men, each surrounding this place, unwilling to leave. Their gaze flickered back and forth between the figure in the pool of blood and Keira Leaf.
The host of the banquet seemed to finally sense something amiss and hastily threw down the microphone, pushing through the crowd and striding forward quickly.
His gaze fell on the pool of blood on the ground, and suddenly he was taken aback, his figure trembling slightly.
Because the figure lying there, with blood continuously flowing, was none other than Joshua Sulliven!
"Young Master Sulliven…" The host's soft murmur was like a stone cast into the lake surface, suddenly unleashing thunder among the originally silent crowd, which burst into chatter, with everyone exchanging glances and whispering.
"Young Master Sulliven's wife?"
