I don't know if it was Lana Fern's words, or the cold wind that stimulated Spencer Childe outside; his lips kept trembling, and his hands were out of control.
With the bodyguard supporting him, he could hardly stand steady.
Suddenly, he turned his head, and his fierce, sinister gaze landed on Jasmine Yale.
Under the light, he scanned Jasmine Yale up and down.
This woman, she looks so much like Yana Yale.
He remembered every face in the Ximenez Family with perfect clarity.
However, years ago, why hadn't he thought of this?
He should have gotten rid of this woman long ago.
Spencer Childe never liked Jasmine Yale, and now, he suddenly raised the cane in his hand and struck hard at Jasmine Yale's legs.
He used all his strength!
"Ah..." Jasmine Yale frowned in pain.
"Kneel down!" Spencer Childe shouted angrily, hitting her leg again.
With a thud, Jasmine Yale knelt in front of the tombstone, the two bodyguards pressing down on her shoulders, not giving her any chance to move.
