The head "thump thump" hit down, blood flowed down her brow bone, staining half of her face, looking grim like a specter.
Mrs. Campbell: "Spare me, I won't dare anymore..."
Mason Nightshade's eyes sharpened, his face turning extremely unpleasant. Gustavo Yates noticed, and with a grim face, kicked Mrs. Campbell out, saying coldly, "Don't dirty Mason's shoes with those filthy hands of yours. Tsk tsk, these hands are really an eyesore, using such filthy hands to wield a knife against our Young Madam, I suppose you don't want these hands anymore."
Mrs. Campbell shivered, continuously bowing her head, "My hands can't, no, please spare me, I'll do anything, sell me to such a place, I must still have value, must still have..."
Gustavo Yates sneered lightly in his heart, who would have thought this woman, willing to forsake her honor, was once a lofty lady?
He waved to have people dragged away, lest she tarnishes the boss's eyes.
