Chapter 627

Bianca Semona stood at the rooftop's edge, the cold wind tangling her hair.

Her eyes locked onto the unfamiliar woman who had suddenly appeared.

Annika Heilbronn leaned casually against the wall, a faint smirk playing on her lips.

"Who the hell are you?" Bianca's grip tightened on the railing.

"Just an audience member," Annika replied, adjusting her cuff with disinterest.

Bianca let out a bitter laugh. "You all think I'm a joke, don't you?"

"No." Annika lifted her gaze. "You turned yourself into one."

The words cut Bianca like a knife.

"If you die, Vivian Laurent will pop champagne to celebrate," Annika took a step forward. "Your relatives are already fighting over your inheritance."

Bianca's fingers trembled slightly.

"You..." Her voice shook. "How do you know this?"

Annika chuckled. "I know far more than you can imagine."

"Won't you avenge your parents?" Annika suddenly closed the distance. "Let those people get away with it?"

Tears spilled from Bianca's eyes.

"I can help you." Annika's voice was serpentine. "Make every single one of them pay."

Bianca jerked her head up. "Why would you help me?"

"Because..." Annika narrowed her eyes. "We share the same enemy."

The wind howled louder across the rooftop.

Bianca's rationality warred within her.

Annika pulled a photo from her pocket. "Recognize this?"

It showed Vivian Laurent in an intimate embrace with the hospital dean.

"This is..." Bianca's eyes widened.

"Evidence." Annika shoved the photo into her hand. "Just the beginning."

Bianca's breathing turned ragged.

"Three days." Annika held up three fingers. "I'll make your uncle beg on his knees."

Bianca crushed the photo in her fist.

"Why should I trust you?" she gritted out.

Annika suddenly smiled. "Because you've run out of options, haven't you?"

The words shattered Bianca's last defenses.

She slowly stepped back from the ledge.

A glint of triumph flashed in Annika's eyes.

The dial tone of that desperate call still echoed in her ears.

She had severed that woman's lifeline herself.

Now, she would mold Bianca into her sharpest blade.