If looks could kill, then I would already be five feet under by now. Miss Anabella's eyes told me that she wanted to shred me alive and then pluck my insides out all the while watching without blinking.
The hatred in her stare was so sharp that it felt like claws dragging across my skin, as if she was already imagining how I would scream.
But as I had noticed before, she was a good actress and knew how to control the situation. She suppressed her desires as she took a step backward and gave us a small bow.
Since she was not replying to my words, I decided to try and provoke her.
"Were you and the director… close? Or perhaps, you both shared the same hobbies."
I asked, causing Miss Anabella's eyes to become even colder. She definitely knew that I knew her secret. Her eyes looked at Damian and then turned back toward me.
They lingered where we were touching for a few seconds longer than necessary before she turned to look at me once more.
