Anselm trembled, he was afraid that the next second the knife would pierce his skin.

There was a strange, gloomy aura floating around, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Bertha saw him so scared, she smiled coldly. “There was only one knife but you were so scared. Even a weak person like you dares to fight my Mr. Shane?"

Anselm seemed to be stimulated by this sentence, the fear on his face decreased a lot.

Because he knew in his heart, that Bertha couldn't kill ...