“Please stay away from me,” Rosalynn retorted coldly.

Still, Barlow paid it no heed. He continued to close in on her until he was mere inches away. “I don’t want to,” he said with a smirk.

The second he finished talking, an eye-catching light flashed across his chest.

In one swift motion, Rosalynn brandished a silver needle, aimed it at Barlow’s chest, and warned him not to come any closer.

If he were to move in any closer, the needle would pierce his heart.

“You want to stab me to death? Just do it,” Barlow taunted, undeterred by the danger. “I don’t believe you really want me to die.”

was speechless, unsure of how to respond to

exclaimed, “Wow! Is

you think he’s here to see Eleanor?” another

Brian was here?

saw

usual black clothes,

here

the director, his eyes scanning the crowd until

contorted with anger

been worried that the crew members

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