"Minnie Collins, don't you know what I intend to do?"
William Guillen casually picked up the fruit knife on the tea table, its cold, gleaming blade pressed against her face.
"Ah..." Minnie Collins trembled in fear, "Young Master Guillen, I really don't know."
"Why did you flee overseas overnight, do you need me to remind you?"
Minnie Collins dared not admit it, admitting it now would undoubtedly push herself to a dead end, "I... my friend was in trouble, so I had to fly over immediately..."
William Guillen nodded, pressing the knife harder, Minnie Collins screamed in fear, "Young Master Guillen, no!"
"Enough with the nonsense, I just want to hear the truth."
William Guillen didn't have time for her excuses, the knife made a shallow cut on her face.
The wound was shallow, thin streaks of blood slowly oozed from the fine cut.
