Chapter 100 Poisoned
- It sounded as though Winter was genuinely concerned.
- Angela kept her brows slightly furrowed, her gaze cold and clear. "Thank you for your concern, Winter."
- Then, she returned to her book, her dark hair framing her face in soft waves. Only half of her face was visible, but it was enough to captivate with its beauty. Her forehead was smooth and radiant, adding to her allure.