The light in the basement was dim, so Shirley could not see the woman’s face. However, she could imagine how malicious this woman’s face would look now.

“What are you trying to do?” Shirley supported herself with both hands and tried her best to move backward.

She was not scared of the torture this woman would inflict on her, but she could not accept sustaining any injuries on her face.

No woman could accept this.

The woman waved the fruit knife and strode in front of Shirley, towering over