"I am Amber Laurel," Amber answered affirmatively, looking into Owen's eyes.
Her words send Owen into a chill. Emma yelled in complacency, "Look! She has admitted it, hasn't she? Owen, she's Amber, a demon from Hell. She came to you to kill you. Do you still want to save her life?"
Emma suddenly became excited, her hand holding the pistol trembling.
She called Amber a demon, but she looked more like a ghost.
Emma's brain worked fast. Since she was unhappy, she didn't mind making a fuss on the scene to upset all others.
"Kill her, Owen. Don't you hate it the most when someone betrays you? Don't you hate being deceived the most? This woman has done both to you. She wrapped you around her finger. How can you let go of her?"
Owen's eyes looked dull. He mumbled reluctantly, "Now, I cannot
