"You..."
Jennifer Lopez stood rooted to the spot, as if she were frozen in place.
Every muscle in her body tensed, unable to move.
All she could do was watch helplessly as Arlo Percival walked step by step towards her.
Nathanael Warm was also standing in the courtyard, maintaining the posture of holding a sword with one hand.
But the sword had already fallen to the ground.
All the guests in the Lopez Family Courtyard felt an overwhelming weakness.
The drug had been sprinkled from the helicopter.
Although the effect was greatly reduced, they still had half an hour.
"Adulterers!"
Arlo Percival, his eyes red, approached Nathanael Warm and Jennifer Lopez.
The hand holding the knife trembled slightly.
Murder meant that he couldn't survive either.
But hadn't he lived such a wretched life all these years just to avenge his father?
To avenge himself?
To punish the venomous woman before him?
Now!
The opportunity had come!
The knife was in his hand.
So, let's...