Fragile and Powerless, a Weak Woman

In the blink of an eye, Cynthia casually grabbed the plate in front of her and threw it away. The high-quality plate collided with the knife, instantly shattering into pieces, and porcelain shards flew everywhere.

Lorraine took in everything with her eyes. The smile at the corner of her lips deepened, and her sharp eyes stared at Cynthia without blinking. "I didn't expect Miss Shannon to be so agile."

Shaking off the porcelain shards that had splattered on her, Cynthia casually said, "The world is dangerous, having some self-defense skills can prevent accidents. However..."

She tilted her head slightly, smiling innocently as she looked at Lorraine's neck. "Auntie, you don't look too good."

The smile on Lorraine's face froze. Auntie? Although she was nearing forty, years of meticulous care in Independent State made her considered a beauty. People who saw her respectfully addressed her as "Miss Ford." Only Cynthia dared to call her auntie?!