Looking at the man in front of her, burning with rage, she no longer had many scruples.
"Alright, strangle me then, anyway, Sister Sophie will be buried with me!" Irene closed her eyes, a look of heroism in the face of death.
His hand gradually tightened, Irene's originally made-up and rosy face gradually turned as white as paper under the force of his fingers.
He finally released his hand, sitting on the couch somewhat irritably, loosening his tie.
Irene felt reborn, her entire body weakly leaning against the wall, taking deep breaths of fresh air.
A tear slipped down; did he really want to strangle her?
If she hadn't said that Sophie would be buried with her, would he have sent her to meet King Yen without hesitation?
She slowly lifted her eyes, looking at the noble and elegant man sitting on the couch, her heart felt as if it had been cut by something sharp, bleeding profusely.
This Asher Land, she was so scared of, so unfamiliar.
