Chapter 332: Keep Playing, Play Her to Death

The chalice in her hand trembled, spilling a few drops of red wine.

Joe Heath, quick as lightning, shielded Jasmine Yale, kicked Kamila Zahir away with utter disgust in his face.

Kamila Zahir, relentless, lunged at them again!

"Sister... sister..." she called out to Jasmine Yale, her voice pitiful and pleading.

Her voice choked with emotion, her eyes glistening with passion.

The cry of "sister" startled Jasmine and left her heart pounding.

Jasmine Yale's face was indifferent, shading into dark disdain: "Unimpressive."

Before she was thrown out of the house, Kamila Zahir had not once addressed her as 'sister', always referring to her as 'Jasmine Yale' or 'little bitch'.

She just imitated how Nancy Emmett called her.

The others could not comprehend the situation and turned to look at Jasmine Yale.