Chapitre 936: The Highest Level of Being a Pretentious Woman

A threatening and gloomy expression appeared on Avrora's face. Beneath the bright light, it seemed as if there was a coat of white flour on her face which made her look terrifying like an actual pale-faced ghost.

Wen Xinya swirled the glass of red-colored fruit juice which looked like beautiful gemstones beneath the strong beam. "Miss Avrora, you won't be able to save yourself today."

Pangs of panic engulfed Avrora, but she soon suppressed her emotions and barked. "Don't spout any nonsense. My grandpa stamped that document himself."

She pretended to be composed.

Wen Xinya snorted with laughter and gibed. "Simple. I'll just ask Duke Moville if he was the one who stamped it on himself."

She's already on the verge of death and yet, she still thinks she can fool me.

Avrora was at a complete loss for words.