After saying this, Aurelia Shaw strode upstairs.
Clara Philips was still tossing photos into the garbage bag when a ferocity flashed in Aurelia's eyes. She grabbed Clara by the hair and slammed her against the cabinet.
Clara flipped over and struggled, but Aurelia gripped her neck, her red lips curling into a cold smile.
"It seems you didn't heed my previous warnings, so you dared to repeatedly challenge my limits!"
Clara's eyes trembled as she clutched a vase in her hand, trembling so much that she couldn't bring it down. How... how could anyone be so terrifying?
Once again, she felt the approach of death.
The grip on her neck tightened, making it hard for Clara to breathe. Her face turned a livid purple, her eyes widening and bloodshot, her vision blurring until she thought she was going to die.
Suddenly, the pressure on her neck vanished.
