When the cold, heartless "Delilah" reached her ears, Delilah knew completely - she had lost everything from then on.

A loss that can no longer be undone.

Anyway, it had come to this point, what harm could it do to go even further. Delilah's fear just now all flew away, she grabbed the fruit knife on the table and clutched it in her hand, her right arm fiercely imprisoned Gina's neck in front of her.

In a series of quick movements, she placed the sharp fruit knife against Gina's throat, a reckless, perverted smile on her lips.

"There's nothing good that will happen to me anyway," forcefully clamping her elbow...