Rosalyn Winslow was stunned, instinctively taking a few steps back. But jealousy quickly propelled her forward again.
Gripping the hilt, she pulled the fruit knife out. As Damian Fairchild turned, she lunged toward him again.
"Damian Fairchild, you betrayed my love."
"You and this bitch can go to Hell together!"
Rosalyn Winslow had gone mad!
Her eyes were wide and bloodshot, like a crazed, demonic beast!
The first blow Damian Fairchild had taken was serious, and the pain left him drenched in a cold sweat.
But even so, he continued to shield Seraphina Quinn behind him.
He tried to grab the fruit knife with his bare hands, but Rosalyn Winslow had another trick up her sleeve. She pulled another dagger from her clothes and, catching Damian Fairchild off guard, lunged for his abdomen. Just then, Seraphina Quinn, who had already snapped into action, picked up a brick and threw it at the dagger in Rosalyn's hand!
But Rosalyn Winslow was lost in a murderous frenzy!
