Chapter 47 Death Approaches

Deborah looked at him blankly. She found it harder and harder to understand what Ashton wanted her to do. The man sitting on the sofa was a little impatient. "I will give you three minutes to clean up the floor with your hands. After three minutes, the remaining glass fragments will be the number of fingers that he, Zayne, will be cut." Deborah's body trembled violently. Ashton said to the bodyguard beside him, "Countdown." The bodyguard quickly took out his phone and started the countdown with a cold expression. Zayne, pressed to the ground by bodyguards, shouted excitedly, "Deborah, don't do that! With so many broken glass shards, your hand will be crippled!" Ashton did not say a word. He casually placed a hand on his thigh, his slender index finger tapping silently, like a stopwatch. Deborah gritted her teeth and began to quickly pick up the fragments on the ground with both hands. She almost