Aria Richardson felt her heart skip a beat, as Lily Armstrong's icy expression revealed itself without a doubt.
She seemed like a different person, her gaze incredibly vicious.
Aria squinted at her, moved slightly, but Lily Armstrong raised her hand to hold down her arm, lowering her voice, "Don't make a sound. If you dare shout, my men will kill her. She's your best friend, you wouldn't be indifferent to her life or death, would you?"
Aria moved her arm, but each time she shifted an inch, Lily Armstrong would exert more force.
Aria stared at Lily Armstrong's face, a wave of familiarity hitting her, followed by a sudden sharp pain in her head.
Aria's face grew increasingly pale, a thin layer of sweat forming on her forehead. She took a deep breath, lifting her gaze to look at her, "Who exactly are you? Why are you doing this?"
