Annabelle Linton picked up the knife and traced it lightly across her own fair arm. Though she only grazed the surface a few times, the skin broke, and blood began to well up.
"Ah!"
Wendy King was so terrified that she let out a loud scream and fainted.
Annabelle Linton watched her dispassionately, coldly spitting out a single word: "Boring."
She tossed the knife aside, her enthusiasm gone. It seemed she had lost interest in this game—or perhaps her interest had never been focused on Wendy in the first place.
Her gaze shifted to Charles King, her lips curling into a smirk. "I think you know what I want to find out, President King. There's no need for me to spell it out, is there?"
Charles King lowered his gaze, thinking for a moment before saying, "I know who wanted to frame you. But what's in it for me if I tell you?"
Knowing how to bargain at a time like this, Charles King truly proved he was a clever man seasoned in the world of business.
