“What… What do you think you’re doing?” Amanda was so frightened that she backed up against a wall.

“Don’t worry. Even if I wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t do it right here…” Charlotte forced her against the wall with the knife. Her eyes narrowing into thin lines, she said icily, “All I wanted to tell you is that the poor and downtrodden will never fear those who live in luxury. Don’t force my hand, Amanda, or who knows what I might do to you!”

As she spoke, she suddenly thrust the knife…

“Ahhhh!” Amanda let out a blood-curdling scream.

However, the knife never pierced her skin. Instead, it got...