She could twist and sugarcoat her words all she wanted, but the man in front of her would remain indifferent.

His grip on her neck did not lose any strength.

Wendy almost exhausted all her strength and struggled to barely breathe, but she still refused to admit what she had done.

Now that Byron was already treating her so cruelly when he was just suspicious of her, what would he do to her if she admitted it?

Wendy's face turned blue and purple, and her chest heaved from breathing difficultie