Chapter 193 The Woman At Hand

• Josephine stared at the man before her, who had a twisted and menacing look on his face. She instinctively pulled back, wincing as the movement tugged at the burn on her arm. The pain made her sweat bullets, exacerbated by the predatory gaze of the man in front of her. She felt cornered, with no way out in sight.
• Even if I scream for help a million times in my mind, no one will come to my rescue, right?
• “I'm begging you, don't touch me!” Josephine's tears blurred her vision.