Chapter １６

The sound of "clap" was particularly harsh in the small space.

Covering her hot face, Noah looked at her in disbelief, "how dare you hit me!"

"I've told you that I'm not a murderer. Watch your mouth. Otherwise, it won't be as simple as a slap next time." Amelia Wytte held her trembling hand tightly and warned her.

"You!" With her eyes wide open, she was too angry to say a complete sentence.

Previously, when she saw that Amelia Wytte was weak, she didn't expect that when she lost her temper, she would have the shadow of Nicola Clinton , which was so cold and frightening.

Amelia Wytte shouted harshly, "get out."

"Humph, let's see how long you can be proud!" Covering her face, Noah rushed out of the door angrily.

The door was closed, and there was only one person left in the room, Amelia Wytte. She took off her vigilance and anger, collapsed on the bed, pulled the thin quilt and covered her body tightly.

Feeling tired, she only felt her eyelids heavy and then fell asleep.