Hearing Irene shout like that, the man who had been focusing all his attention on her turned his head to look at Sophie Smith.
Sophie felt a twinge of anxiety in her heart, but she still pushed through all her fears and walked straight towards them.
Even though she hated Irene, it didn't mean she would watch her die without helping, letting her be ravaged by a group of men.
"Let her go," her voice was clear and strong, and the men's movements eased a bit.
They weren't blind; standing before them was a woman they could naturally recognize.
"Miss Smith, are you sure you want to meddle in this trivial matter?" The men exchanged glances, wanting to release Irene, but they were still a bit unwilling.
"She's my sister, you think this is a trivial matter?"
Sophie could tell from the men's tone that they must have known her identity. Since her identity could make them hesitate, she had to administer the right medicine for the situation.
