Tap.
Tap.
With slow, deliberate footsteps, a slender and graceful figure entered the room.
The breathtaking beauty of that face sent a sharp pang through Sandra's eyes. Camilla?
Her eyes widened to their limits, her entire body frozen in place.
Her lips trembled slightly as she forced out the words.
"You—how are you here?"
That wretched woman should have already met a gruesome end at the hands of those desperate criminals!
How could this plan—known only to her—have failed yet again?!
"Rather than why I'm here," Camilla's lips curled into a cold, mocking smile as if she could read Sandra's thoughts.
"You'd rather ask why I'm still alive, wouldn't you?"
Her tone was calm, yet it carried an inexplicable chill that seeped into the bones. Did Camilla know that those assassins had been sent by her?
How could this be?! Sandra's pupils trembled slightly as she bit her lip hard.
Though she thought she'd masked it well, everyone present had keenly noticed her panic.
