Jovana Shaw shivered violently, her muddled brain seemingly understanding a few things at this moment.

Aurelia Shaw bringing her home, the bottle of water given to her halfway, and suddenly feeling very sleepy... all of this was pre-arranged by Aurelia Shaw.

Graveyard!

These two words were the key to everything, Jovana Shaw's head lightly exploded, her eyes widened instantly, and fear filled her eyes.

Aurelia Shaw is a madwoman, Aurelia Shaw is a madwoman.

This phrase echoed repeatedly in Jovana Shaw's mind.

She recalled how she recklessly cut her mother's neck in the Shaw Family, and burned Housekeeper Li's face beyond recognition, along with everything after that... an unprecedented sense of trembling covered her from head to toe, cold enough to make her shiver.

The person in front stopped.

Jovana Shaw's body shuddered violently, afraid to raise her head and look at her face, only daring to focus on those fair and beautiful feet.

Then watching those feet walk upwards...

Jovana Shaw desperately wanted to curl into a shell and burrow her head, escaping this terrifying place, but she could only stare wide-eyed, unable to move any part of her body except her eyes.

The footsteps faded away.

Jovana Shaw's eyes instantly widened, frantically glancing around for help, growing more panicked as she saw only barren graves surrounding her.

She noticed something on the ground with writing on it, looked at it hopefully, but as she read the text, her face turned pale, her body shivered uncontrollably, and a fearful whimper escaped her throat.

"Familiar?" a cold and piercing voice suddenly sounded above.

Jovana Shaw's heart trembled sharply, looked up to see a beautiful, smiling face gazing down at her.

The feeling was indescribably eerie, hairs standing on end with an unprecedented terror weighing heavily down.

Weighed down so much that her heart couldn't breathe.

Aurelia Shaw bent her eyebrows with a light step, sat on the nearby stone, fingers stroking the tombstone on the ground, an icy chill in her eyes.

"Isn't this your masterpiece from last night?"

Jovana Shaw wanted to deny it but could only let out muffled whimpers, her eyes shifting to deny, tears streaming over her pale face.

She looked so pitiful.

Aurelia Shaw chuckled lightly, "Last night, was it you who called people to smash my mother's tomb, or did you come personally?"

"Umm Umm."

"Why not answer my words?" Aurelia Shaw asked and answered herself.

She pinched Jovana Shaw's chin and lifted it, her almond eyes narrowed coldly, her long black seaweed-like hair spreading out. Her eyes weren't entirely black, tinged with a transparent amber hue, but at this moment, those eyes were filled with sheer darkness, murderous intent and coldness floating.

Then the sharp nails pierced into Jovana Shaw's flesh.

Aurelia Shaw didn't like keeping nails, mostly due to filming needs, but at this moment, she felt keeping nails was pretty nice, able to scratch and kill those who dared bully her into submission.

Thinking of this, blood-red climbed up her almond eyes.

"Umm Umm."

The fearful sound became more agitated, seemingly sensing the danger.

Aurelia Shaw looked at Jovana Shaw who could do nothing, left to her mercy, her voice gentle, "What are you afraid of? I'm not going to kill you. Killing is against the law."

Though she said so, Jovana Shaw had a feeling that she wasn't afraid of killing, or perhaps she didn't care about such things.