"Who are you saying isn't even worth a damn?" Sheryl Lancaster's face twisted with anger. "Sooner or later, I will be the owner here. I have the right to deal with them. Who do you think you are?"
"Ah!" Melody Thorne suddenly screamed, as if a ghost had appeared in front of her instead of Sheryl Lancaster. "Quick, quick, this woman is going crazy, didn't you see her acting abnormally just now?"
The servants were slow to grasp Melody Thorne's meaning, but Leon Rivers, standing next to her, suddenly lunged forward and grabbed Sheryl Lancaster's arm. A thin needle pierced into Sheryl Lancaster's arm.
There was only a tiny bit of liquid, and it took just a few seconds. By the time Sheryl Lancaster reacted, her face changed dramatically and she struggled to break free. "What did you inject me with?"
