"Yolanda! Have you lost your mind?! Let go!"
Jade Carlson's complexion drastically changed; her composure completely shattered as she immediately gripped her purse tightly!
Amidst their tugging, everything in the bag spilled onto the ground, with a palm-sized, exquisitely designed bottle of liquor particularly eye-catching.
Yolanda was quick to pick up the bottle and, after a glance, scoffed, "Jade Carlson, what are you doing with realgar wine? Who doesn't know that snakes are most afraid of realgar? Could it be that you had a premonition and knew beforehand that a boa constrictor would snatch Mrs. Farrell's child?"
Yolanda's words were like cold arrows, nailing Jade Carlson to the spot, immobilizing her!
Mrs. Farrell's breathing turned ragged; she couldn't take it anymore, her fury blazing intensely, almost consuming all her rationality! She lunged at Jade Carlson, pinning her to the ground without any grace, and viciously choked her—