Nada Wright stared at the hand on her wrist, completely stupefied. The hand was good-looking, fairer than her own skin, with slender finger bones, yet it was exceptionally powerful, gripping her wrist as if to crush it to pieces. Nada Wright felt the pain, causing her hand to tremble.
Following that hand, she slowly looked upward, until she finally met a pair of pitch-black, ice-cold eyes filled with terrifying murderous intent.
Nada Wright's heart seized, and her face was full of surprise: "You... you... you aren't..."
She watched Ethan Herd slowly sit up, his movements slow yet powerful. His eyes were indifferent with sharp murderous intent, his expressionless face always held that aloof pride.
Nada Wright panicked, "You... how could you wake up... you clearly drank that cup of fruit juice."
The effect of the medicine definitely shouldn't have worn off so quickly.
