Chapter 1121 How Could She Possibly Let Her Leave London Alive

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The endless cold and silence invaded her, and the dream-like fragrance in the air gradually intensified, bringing with it an endless darkness.

She had lost. Angela Banks thought. She thought she had her under control, but from the beginning to the end, she was just a clown in front of her...

She knew so many of her secrets; how could she possibly let her leave London alive.

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Sherry White sat on the sofa, slowly playing with the petals of a rose tucked in a vase.

The rose had been delivered by the florist three days ago and although it still looked vibrant, it had begun to wither. With her light touch, the petals fell off like falling leaves.

On the transparent crystal coffee table, the crimson petals lay scattered like autumn leaves, messy like a puddle of blood.

She waited patiently until the phone on the sofa rang, snapping her back to reality, and she reached out to answer it.

"Hello?... Yes, speaking. ... Okay, I'm on my way. Yes... I understand."