She didn't care about right or wrong. In her world, there might be white, but more of it was soaked in black.
"Bring it here!" Jovana Shaw reached out to her subordinate. She couldn't, and didn't want to, wait any longer. She was eager to tear off Aurelia Shaw's forever aloof mask. What was she? Just a clown to be trampled underfoot, toyed with at will, yet she dared to climb above her.
The subordinate handed her a syringe.
Aurelia Shaw's peach blossom eyes narrowed sharply.
Whether it's the same old trick bad people use, or they all just want her to die disgracefully.
The thing in that syringe was all too familiar to her.
It had tormented her for so many years and eventually took her life. And wasn't it exactly what's in this syringe?
"Do you know what this is? The entertainment industry is harsh on female artists who take drugs. Once you cross that line, you're blacklisted directly, and even her fans would despise her," Jovana Shaw said with a cold sneer.
