Chapter 787 The Handkerchief And Scented Sachet
- Ashlyn's expression remained cold. She cast an icy gaze at Ryan before releasing her grip on Mary without warning.
- Mary sprawled on the ground pathetically like an oxygen-deprived eel.
- She trembled uncontrollably, for she had no doubt that if Ryan had not come over to call a halt to things, Ashlyn would have certainly strangled her to death.