Chapter 335

She had her dagger ready and had probably wanted to do this for a long time.

The sound of a knife in flesh and bone filled the compartment and Serena let go of her hand in a hurry and took a few steps back.

Matthew dropped his eyes and looked at the dagger that had pierced his entire palm.

She had said not long ago that if he died because of her, she would never live alone.

But in the blink of an eye, she was the one who wanted him dead.

When will some words of truth come out of her mouth?

He suddenly felt the tip of his nose go sour, and not caring if the dagger would hurt the blood vessels in his palm, he pulled it out directly and brutally.

His palms bled profusely, dripping and pooling on the seat.

Serena's face had gone white, she forced herself not to look at the scene and leaned back.

Matthew saw her like this, the corner of his mouth slightly hooked, opened the car window and threw the dagger out.