Ye Xunhuan's voice wasn't loud, yet it carried a chilling undertone, like a biting winter wind.
But Anna wasn't frightened; she remained as calm and composed as before!
"I trust the Marshal wouldn't gamble with his wife's life."
"Perhaps you're guessing wrong!"
As Ye Xunhuan's indifferent words reached her ears, mixed with his faintly smiling face, a sense of foreboding surged in Anna's heart.
The next moment, before Anna could react, the wine glass in Ye Xunhuan's hand shattered. Or rather, Ye Xunhuan squeezed the rim of the glass into a transparent sword.
It seemed simple, but it required excellent control over force.
After all, glass is fragile, and any slight pressure can break it unless someone can control their strength skillfully.
"Swish!"
The wine glass turned sword suddenly thrust towards Anna's throat.
"Pfft!"
The sharp glass sword pierced through Anna's throat, and Ye Xunhuan's left hand swiftly pulled the car door open.
