The door slowly closed behind her, followed by a desperate roar, "You're ruthless!"
She paused, stopping in her tracks, and those who followed her could only stop behind her.
But she held a fierce smile, glancing up, her beautiful face looking so enchantingly evil, like the venomous beauties of ancient times.
Nobody dared to meet her gaze, so they cast their eyes down, pretending they hadn't seen anything.
Meanwhile, the gorgeous venomous beauty's thoughts were not on the driver.
A thought had crossed her mind earlier.
It made her feel extremely strange.
She wondered if she was overthinking it, but since she had found out that the driver was instructed by someone, there must be someone behind him who knew them. Not necessarily knowing Henry Russell, but definitely knowing her.
So, who held a grudge against her to use such means to harm her?
She couldn't help but think deeper, perhaps that person was someone both she and Henry Russell knew.