Aurora Blaine and Asher Tillman stood together, a man and a woman, one tall, one short, their expressions uniform, devoid of emotion, with icy eyes.
At this moment, Rosalind Thorne lacked the slightest bit of her former power.
Rosalind's face was covered in wounds, with ugly scars left where a bullet had grazed her cheek and no one had treated it.
Her appearance was utterly ruined.
Her hair was wet, stuck to her face, and combined with the resentful look she gave Aurora, she looked quite sinister.
The person beside her kicked her, scolding, "Why are you staring? Is our Hall Master someone you can glare at?"
Rosalind had been here for nearly a month, emitting a foul smell, so those two felt extremely disdainful and refused to enter this room.
Rosalind remained motionless, without any ability to resist.
Once, she was as ruthless as could be, now she was as miserable as could be!
Aurora Blaine felt something was off, "She can't speak?"
