Chapitre 962: 457 Bell_3

The moment Peter Aria stepped out of the door, Norman Capris sneered, knife in his right hand, and lunged swiftly towards Peter's stomach.

"Die." He growled.

"Ah…" Clydie, whose ropes had just been untied, covered her mouth and screamed.

Madon Linggo's eyes darkened, "Dr. Aria..."

Peter Aria narrowed his eyes, a cold smile spreading across his lips.

Suddenly, a slim, fair hand reached out, grabbing hold of Norman Capris's wrist.

The dagger was just an inch away from Peter's stomach.

Peter Aria was taken aback for a moment.

The hand was incredibly soft and beautifully delicate.

With a light twist, there was a crisp "click" sound as the dagger slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.

The elegant, slender hand suddenly transformed into a small snake, coiling around Norman's arm. The hand clawed his shoulder and tugged sharply downwards...

Young lady spread her palm and the silver lock fell into it.