Chapter 273

Anselm trembled, he was afraid that the next second the knife would pierce his skin.

There was a strange, gloomy aura floating around, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Bertha saw him so scared, she smiled coldly. “There was only one knife but you were so scared. Even a weak person like you dares to fight my Mr. Shane?"

Anselm seemed to be stimulated by this sentence, the fear on his face decreased a lot.

Because he knew in his heart, that Bertha couldn't kill him in Miller's house.

Seeing him silent, Bertha also guessed what he was thinking. “That's right, I won't kill you, I quite like torture, I like slow brutality, so I came here today just to make some profit.”

“Because of you, Shane is currently lying on the operating table. What are you relying on to sleep so comfortably on the bed? I want you to wake up and feel the torture ten times more painful than him.”

Her eyes were cruel, the tip of the knife slowly entered Anselm's chest, but she was very restrained in not piercin