Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!

Chapter 153: Chapter 153: Whoever Dares to Come Over, I Will Kill Him!

It seems Ji Yunxiang intends to cling shamelessly to the very end.

Ji Wei sneered and shook her head, "It doesn’t matter whether you admit it or not. We’ve already called the police, and they’ll be here soon. As for this evidence, we’ll hand it over to them. I trust the law will deliver the most impartial judgment and will never let any murderer go unpunished!"

The words "murderer" struck heavily at Ji Yunxiang’s heart, leaving her utterly panicked and at a loss.

Could it be that she would spend the rest of her life in prison?

Unwilling, she was not willing!

Ji Yunxiang’s face showed despair; she had lost, completely and thoroughly lost!

Fortunately, at least her daughter Shanshan had managed to escape...

Seeing no hope left, a sudden malicious impulse surged within Ji Yunxiang. She dashed forward, grabbed the fruit knife she had used earlier to peel an apple, pointed it at the two people in front of her, and screamed madly, "Let me go, let me go! Or I’ll drag you both down with me!"

The moment Ji Yunxiang grabbed the fruit knife, Mo Qian had already stepped forward, shielding Ji Wei behind him, firmly protecting her.

strong, and even though Ji Yunxiang was holding the fruit knife, she felt no confidence deep

she wasn’t sure of this

seize the knife from her hand, Ji Yunxiang panicked and shouted desperately, "Don’t come any closer, don’t you dare come

expression was ice-cold. His piercing gaze carried an unforgiving

knife tightly with both hands, her bloodshot eyes screaming, "Anyone who dares come closer, I’ll

"Put the knife down!"

from the doorway. Ji Yunxiang turned her head in astonishment to see Old Madam Ji, supported by A

Madam Ji

she still in the

was too shocked; her trembling hands couldn’t hold onto the fruit knife, and it fell to the floor

fruit knife

hadn’t yet had

save me, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have done those despicable things. Please talk to Ji Wei, don’t let her hand me

to her knees, clutching at Old Madam Ji’s clothing hem, pleading