After Selina left, Angelica's eyes darted with calculation.
She didn't come here to actually talk—she came to leave behind proof: that she and Selina had met.
Angelica turned to the bodyguard, her tone sharp. "What are you standing there for? Hurry up!"
The bodyguard hesitated. "Miss Angelica…"
"I said do it! Why so much nonsense?!"
The bodyguard inhaled deeply, then stepped forward and grabbed Angelica's wrist—twisting it hard.
"Ahhh!" Angelica screamed.
Her left hand hung limp, completely useless. Tears welled up—God, it hurt. It hurt so bad. But she had to do this. Selina had to be taken out. It was the only way.
Gritting her teeth through the pain, Angelica called Joe. "Dad… help me…"
Ten minutes later, Joe arrived at the scene, panicked at the sight of Angelica sobbing uncontrollably.
"Angelica, what happened to your hand?"
"Hospital… Dad, take me to the hospital…"
