Lily Shaw hung up the phone with a pleased expression, noticing a strange gaze. Following her intuition, she glanced down and saw Simon Sawyer on the floor, eyes open and staring at her with a complex look.
"You woke up at just the right time, Simon." Lily Shaw dragged her injured leg and slowly sat beside him, forcing him to meet her gaze by gripping his chin, speaking in a cold tone: "Simon, my man will be here soon. You have some time to think about what chips you can use to keep your pathetic life."
After saying this, Lily Shaw's face was full of coldness. Under Simon's terrified gaze, she took a few steps and grabbed a decorative vase, returning to knock him out again amidst Simon's angry roars.
"Lily Shaw, you don't keep your promises!"
Simon Sawyer shouted, his head bleeding profusely, soon passing out again.
