Lyra
“Surveillance footage?” he repeated and his eyes fell onto the woman that was crying and couldn't even speak properly, clutching her cheeks that had been swollen and had been slapped by me properly while I was still gripping her hair tightly.
She had long lost her arrogance, her soft, and adorable persona after I had deal with her.
“What are you going with her?” Kieran's tone was filled with hesitation and disbelief—not expecting that he would see me in this state where I would have to raise my hand to make the other party take my rage.
I looked at him then stared back at the female anchor who flinch after seeing me look at her—when she saw that there was someone with me, her eyes lit up.
“S—Save me please! She's going to kill me!”
I let out a soft chuckle and snee
