Chloe tossed the heavy golden mask onto the shiny floor, letting it roll across the smooth tile. Her messy dark hair fell around her thin, pale face, and her eyes burned with crazy, wild hatred.

She wore a cheap leather jacket over her dirty clothes, looking completely different from the spoiled, rich socialite she used to be. But the ugly sneer on her lips was still exactly the same.

"Chloe?" Evelyn gasped, her voice full of pure shock. She stepped out from behind Julian's broad back, staring at her evil stepsister. "How are you standing here? You were locked up in a dark prison cell waiting for your trial!"

"Did...