Chapter 280 Trample

• Sandra's jaw clenched, her eyes narrowing with a cold, steely resolve. "It seems you don't understand the meaning of dignity."
• Harold, curled tightly into himself, was a pitiful sight—his form huddled, entirely defenseless. He trembled, but not from fear—rage, desperation.
• "Sandra, you're insane!" he screamed, his hand shooting out to grab her arm. But she sidestepped him with a fluid grace, leaving him to grasp at nothing but air.