Chapter 377 Aren't We Just Performing?

• Maggie's abrupt movement took everyone by surprise, particularly when she unveiled a concealed dagger. Sierra's complexion drained, and her eyes betrayed unmistakable dread.
• The dagger possessed a keen edge and was slender and frigid, casting a shimmer of frosty gleam. It hovered menacingly near her tender throat, inducing a faint prickle as a droplet of crimson appeared.
• With merely a fraction more force, it threatened to breach her flesh.