Lilian looked disdainfully at Quiana Sutton, who had collapsed on the ground: "You can play however you want, but in the end, you're going to die."
From the moment Quiana entered, Blondie recognized her as the big star, Quiana Sutton, the dream girl of countless men.
He had long coveted her beauty, and now that she was finally in his hands, he certainly wouldn't let her die so easily—a proper play was in order.
He shoved the other two aside, greedily eyeing her: "She's mine. If you want to play, wait until I'm done."
The other two dared not resist Blondie; they were well aware of his methods and were wary.
They forced a smile on their faces: "Of course, of course, boss, please go ahead."
Isabelle Somerville stared blankly at Quiana Sutton lying on the ground. At this moment, she seemed like ashes left after a fire, as if she could be blown away by the wind at any moment.
She uncontrollably called out Quiana's name: "Cece... don't..."
