"Charlie River, what do you mean by this?"
Minimus Hart glanced at the cold instruments. Her blood ran cold, and a chill shot up from her feet.
If these torture tools were used on her, she would undoubtedly be begging for life, unable to find even the release of death!
She was all too familiar with these tools. In the past, she had used them to punish those who made mistakes. She never imagined that one day, Charlie River would use them against her.
Even if she hadn't made great contributions, she had certainly worked hard. Couldn't Young Master see her devotion to him? Because of a woman, he had reduced her to this state. He had truly disappointed her to the core.
"Stop wasting words. If you don't choose, then I'll choose for you."
