Zhao Linhua could feel a chill crawl up her spine when the attention was drawn to her older sister. Her hands couldn't stop quivering when she remembered the unbearable pain she had experienced a few days ago.
She didn't know what happened or how it happened, but one thing escalated to another, and she had found herself kidnapped. It must've been a crazy fan or a creepy stalker because the first thing the kidnapper did was ruin her hands.
It was a miracle that she was even found alive, but part of her believed it wasn't as simple as she hoped but rather, it was for a much more sinister reason. To have her die was too much of a paradise to her tormentors.
Even when surrounded by powerful people with present bodyguards, Zhao Linhua felt unsafe. The security here was top-notch, but her skin was rising with goosebumps. Someone was watching her. It wasn't the type of gaze from an admiring fan, but more of people who desired for her blood to be shed.
