She coughed, clutching her throat. When she regained her breath, she glared at me.
"You bitch! No one has ever dared lay a hand on me. Today, I’ll show you the price!"
She snatched a knife and fork from the table.
With a vicious thrust, she stabbed them into my thigh.
Blood gushed out, searing pain tearing through me.
I didn’t scream. Instead, with red eyes, I shouted at her, "Clara Lane, you’re going to die. You’ll definitely die!"
"Still daring to threaten me?" she shrieked.
Furious, she stabbed me again and again, treating me like a target.
Just as I thought my life was ending, someone suddenly cried out:
"Boss Shaw is here!"
