Chapter 772

Zoe Chamberlain studied Annika Heilbronn carefully.

At first glance, her face bore seventy percent resemblance to Vivian Laurent's, yet carried an inexplicable stiffness.

Vivian possessed a gentle, jade-like elegance with natural warmth in every gesture.

This woman before her, however, had eyes so sinister they sent chills down one's spine.

"Of course you're more beautiful," Zoe forced a smile. "Vivian can't compare to you."

She'd answered this question too many times.

Annika was like an obsessed lunatic, demanding everyone acknowledge her superiority over Vivian.

"That's more like it." Annika curled her lips in satisfaction.

Zoe hesitated before speaking. "But this car accident... too many innocent lives were lost."

Her fingers tightened around the hem of her lab coat.

As a doctor sworn to heal, she'd become an accomplice to murder instead.

"Just some worthless lives." Annika sneered. "You think human lives are worth anything?"

A cold shiver ran down Zoe's spine.

"I used to be an innocent little girl too," Annika said suddenly, her voice dripping with venom. "The world wronged me first."

She would never forget the day the organization took her.

In this dog-eat-dog world, only by becoming the devil could one survive.

"But Vivian's team is already investigating..."

"Dead men tell no tales." Annika's laugh was icy. "The driver took his secrets to the grave."

She'd chosen this specific day for a reason.

It was that little girl's birthday.

Nothing disgusted her more than seeing others happy.

Zoe trembled uncontrollably.

An invisible blade hung over her head.

"How exactly did you—"

"Shut up!" Annika suddenly grabbed her chin, nails digging deep into flesh. "Keep your mouth shut if you value your life."

"I understand!" Tears streamed down Zoe's face from the pain.

Annika shoved her away. "Remember, your life belongs to me now."

She leaned close, whispering in Zoe's ear: "Screw up this act, and I'll send you straight to hell."