Her hand trembled as she held the fruit knife, a single exertion would pierce her neck, and all would be beyond salvage.
Everything happened too quickly, Jane Jarvis exclaimed, "Rochelle Lee, what are you doing?!"
Tiana Thorne did not move. The more tense the moment, the calmer she was, coldly narrowing her eyes: "Miss Lee, correct?"
Rochelle Lee scolded, "Shut up, don't speak!"
The scene instantly became boiling, and the security guards all gathered around.
Aiden Shaw stood up, his gaze fixed on the knife pressed against Tiana Thorne's neck, his breath heavy, heartbeat rapid: "Rochelle Lee, let her go."
Rochelle Lee shook her head in excitement, "I won't! Having finally seized this opportunity, why would I let her go so easily?"
Jane Jarvis was anxious, her cheeks pale, brows furrowed, possessing many wrinkles looking at that moment like a declining elder: "Shirley, let her go, speak calmly whatever troubles you have, tell Grandma."
