Stepping into the warehouse, dust swirled in the air.
Belinda Swan was still crouching in the corner, shivering.
The arrogance she had before was long gone; now she was exceptionally pathetic.
Her clothes had become disheveled in the earlier chaos, and her makeup was no longer exquisite.
Charles Northwood walked over slowly with a cruel curve on his lips.
"Are you the one who wanted to harm Nia?"
He stopped, unable to tolerate it at all.
Belinda Swan immediately shook her head, her face full of fear.
"I didn't, I really didn't, it was them, they wanted Nia Mitchell, I did nothing."
Belinda Swan was terrified, her eyes lost their spark.
Seeing Charles Northwood's cruel demeanor, she immediately lunged forward, tightly grabbing his pant leg.
"Please let me go, I really didn't do anything, this kidnapping wasn't my doing, it was Mr. Peary, it was him, I was just delivering a message."
