Amanda Smith heard the words and strained to lift her head to glance at Samuel Johnson. There was no expression on his face, but she felt no disappointment in her heart—hadn't she long stopped trusting him?
"I've known that for a long time."
Her voice was faint, and she seemed to smile a little.
Samuel's fingers tightened instantaneously. He had long mastered the art of maintaining his composure even when Mount Tai was crumbling before him, yet it was Amanda's words that moved him.
He slowly shifted his gaze away from Amanda and looked at the person who had kidnapped her, his eyes on Lyric Willow cold with menace, "Let her go, and I'll let you leave."
Lyric Willow let out a bitter laugh. Trust him? Hell no!
The hundred or so people in the hospital were all eying her greedily, waiting to pounce. She feared that if she let Amanda go, people both outside and inside would rush up to tear her apart!
The key to escaping was the quiet hostage in her hands.