Donoghue looked serious, but he was delighted in his heart.

‘Darryl must be furious. He had a chance to capture me, but he could not.’

Darryl was worried and not sure whether to laugh or cry. “Hang on, Debra. You really do not remember me?”

Darryl wanted to approach her.

After he took only two steps, Debra turned and pointed her long sword at his face. She was furious as she said, “Stand there! I will kill myself if you take another step. I’d rather die than let you get what you want.”

She turned the long sword and laid it on her own neck. She knew he was so desperate because he wanted her for her beauty.

She was a conservative person, so how could she let a terrible person like him violate her.

Debra had decided if Darryl were to follow her, she would kill herself. No matter what her ability was weak, she would not be able to defend herself against Darryl’s 10,000 soldiers.

Instead of being humiliated by Darryl, she would rather die.

At that moment, Debra still did not know