As soon as Uncle Thompson finished speaking, the door was pushed open.
Two men in black entered, one holding a syringe.
Scarlett Yates took two steps back.
Even though she knew she couldn't escape, at this moment, she still couldn't just sit and wait for death.
But the room was only so big, where could she escape to?
When she retreated step by step to the corner of the wall, there was nowhere left to retreat.
Looking up, Uncle Thompson and May Denton were standing by the door, their eyes coldly watching her.
May Denton had a smile on her lips, her cold gaze containing a hint of interest, as if appreciating her process of struggling in desperation.
The two bodyguards cornered Scarlett Yates.
"Get away, get away!" When the man's hand reached toward her, Scarlett Yates began to resist.
But her resistance was like a de-clawed cat scratching someone, no different from tickling.
The man easily grabbed her hand, raising both hands above her head.
