"Wasn't it you who told me?" Polly Sutton didn't notice Prima Lynn and kept staring at Isabella Lowe.
Isabella Lowe sneered but said nothing about giving medication and turned away; she'd prefer that Polly Sutton be killed by that lunatic Prima Lynn.
Polly watched her leave, but before she could turn around, someone suddenly grabbed her by the neck and slammed her to the ground.
"What's your relationship with that beast Mason Rook?" Prima Lynn's veins bulged on her hand, unlike Isabella Lowe who might consider Polly's status.
Polly couldn't breathe and clutched Prima Lynn's wrist, "Victor, Victor sent me to save you."
It took all of Polly's strength to finish her sentence, and just when she thought she'd be strangled to death, Prima Lynn let go.
Polly hurriedly retreated a bit, avoiding her reach, her throat blazing painfully, and she needed to gasp deeply to come back to life.
