Before she could finish her sentence, Harrison Yale's fingers tightened slightly.
She was instantly choked to silence.
"I told you, I don't want to hear another lie. It seems you won't cry until you see the coffin." Harrison's face was grim, surrounded by a cold aura like that of the Phantom Clan.
In his dark eyes, there was an unfathomable depth, only endless blackness, constantly swirling, as if it were about to destroy everything in its line of sight...
"What I said is the truth. You can check it; I haven't deleted the original email. As soon as you log into my email account, you'll see it, cough!"
Amelia Lawrence looked terrified, her hands clawing at Harrison's fingers, finally squeezing out a sentence with difficulty.
She feared if she spoke too slowly, Harrison would actually strangle her!
"Bang—" Harrison squinted his sinister eyes, and with a flick of his arm, he flung her aside.
