Chapter 190 They'll Find A Way To Make You Talk

The lights in the Ashworth residence were ablaze. Natasha was sitting on the sofa in the living room, absently flipping through a fashion magazine. She glanced at her phone every few seconds, clearly waiting for a message. When she heard the sudden screech of brakes outside and hurried footsteps rushing toward the door, she assumed the people she had sent out had finally returned. She stood up, a triumphant smile just about to form, when she saw Luther, furious. "Lud, why are you…" "Where is Cressida?" Luther charged at her, grabbing her wrist so tightly that she thought her bones might crack. Natasha screamed, the mask of composure she had been wearing shattering instantly. "Y-You're hurting me! What are you talking about? I don't understand." She struggled wildly, her expression half panic, half wounded, looking as if she were innocent. "Cressida? Isn't she already dead?" "She's not dead, and she's back." Luther's voice was hoarse with rage. He stared straight into her eyes. "