With a smirk on his face and an increasingly tight grip, red marks were beginning to show on the woman's pale neck.
"...Blackmail Liam Yancey, gain the throne..." This was his ambition, probably known to everyone in Edivana.
"Haha." Walter intensified his grip, using almost seventy percent of his strength.
Tara Summer felt as if the air was abruptly being drained, not a single trace of oxygen could get into her windpipe. Her brain gradually entered a state of hypoxia, her vision grew blurry, and the man's aging face began to blur.
"Your life is too precious to be wasted." Just when Tara Summer thought she was about to lose consciousness, Walter suddenly released her. He elicited a treacherous smirk, "I will kill you, just as you said, after I've obtained what I want!"
What? Tara Summer clutched her reddened neck, inhaling fresh air continuously, while staring at him in astonishment.