"I'll call my brother. He won't ignore me. Please—I'm begging you."
I kowtowed until my forehead bled, but no one expected Jordan to be even more ruthless.
"Die first. Then I'll come collect your body."
My hands dropped. The despair on my face made the entire room feel like they couldn't breathe.
Jordan's face went white as bone. If he hadn't gripped the table, he would've collapsed.
Rose's lips trembled violently. Their hearts seized as one.
At least their daughter was still here. Otherwise they'd regret it forever—
But then came the next scene.
What followed made guests physically sick. Some vomited on the spot. Even Jordan, a grown man, nearly lost it.
"Damn, so unlucky. We barely played and she stopped breathing!"
A blond guy put his hand under my nose.
"She's really dead. Let's go—bad luck!"
Dead?
The room erupted in screams.
