No Need to Rush into Self-Destruction
It was Helena Shannon!
No one knew the origin of this bracelet better than Cynthia. It was the first item Helena snatched from her and had been considered a trophy by Helena, worn on her wrist for years. Now, it became the 'evidence' exposing her identity.
A cold arc curved at the corner of Cynthia's lips, and the slightly lowered eyelids concealed the expression in her eyes. A faint, bloodthirsty fierceness emanated from her.
She returned the phone to Tristan. "Where is she?"
"Times Plaza," Tristan replied.
At Tristan's words, Cynthia's lips curled up with a trace of a fascinating curve, but deep in her almond eyes, there was a chill.
After making such a mess, it was hard to believe she still had the leisure to go shopping!
"You guys stay here and have something to eat. I'll be back in a moment." Cynthia said, rushing out the door.
Lily, always eager for excitement, immediately followed. "Wait for me."