The sunlight slanted into the factory, revealing particles of dust in the beam.
The rope binding Rosie Scott loosened, while Jane was still tied up in the distance, her dark eyes full of resilience.
"Go ahead, cousin. When you restore my image, I'll release your manager."
Isabella Scott's lips curled into a sinister smile. She knew in her heart that although her cousin appeared cold, she deeply valued relationships.
Rosie looked up at her: "Isabella, I'll do as you say, but in the meantime, I want to see pictures of Jane unharmed every day. If you dare touch her—"
"How will you manage that?" Isabella laughed triumphantly: "Cousin, don't you realize you're the one being controlled?"
Jane shook her head slightly at Rosie, signaling her not to do anything rash.
Rosie was so angry she laughed: "If you dare touch her, who knows what I'll do when I go crazy."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing particular, just advising you to think carefully."
