Her face was twisted with rage. Having had too much hyaluronic acid injected during her cosmetic procedures, her face was already quite stiff. Now, in her shock, she tried to put on a commanding facade, making her look even more terrifying—like a ghostly figure.
Hearing her words, Baron's hawk-like eyes darkened, storm brewing within them.
Just as he was about to step forward, Enna Clark reached out and pulled him back.
"I'll handle this myself."
She casually unclasped his hand from hers and walked straight towards Miranda Lewis.
"You... what do you want?" Miranda was utterly frightened inside, but she didn't want to show it in front of Enna. Her fear had reached its peak, yet she put on an unflinching front, lifting her chin defiantly as she spat venom, "You think I'm afraid of you? Let me tell you, Enna Clark, I'm not afraid. If you have any conscience, you'd just kill me! Even as a ghost, I wouldn't let you go. I curse you..."
