Dorothy glared at Rosalie. Before Rosalie could react, Dorothy took the dagger on the tea table and held Rosalie's shoulder tightly with one hand, and pointed the dagger at her delicate neck with the other. She sneered at the man who was striding in.

She sneered at the man who was striding in, "Credence, let me go, or the two of us will die here."

The dagger was small, but sharp. Under the bright crystal lamp, it emitted a dazzling light.

Dorothy waited for three seconds. Without waiting for Credence's reply, she made up her mind. She ignored Rosalie's pale face and trembling lips, immediately piercing the dagger into her...