Chapter 48 Who hit her? Hit them back

The room fell silent, overwhelmed by Oliver's imposing presence. No one dared to speak, and the only sound of their breathing could be heard.

"Come here." Oliver put his left hand in his pocket and beckoned to Natalie with his right hand.

As soon as they heard the voice, the two maids who were holding Natalie let go of her as if they were shocked, afraid to look at the mask-wearing man with the deathly aura.

Mrs. Watson hadn't finished applying much makeup on Natalie. A layer of white foundation was smeared on her face and hadn't completely blended yet. The woman's fair cheeks showed obvious red marks, swollen twice the size of her right cheek.

Beneath the mask, Oliver's brow furrowed fiercely.

Natalie felt his terrible mood, like a blizzard, as she walked up to him. She glanced at him and immediately lowered her head, afraid to look again.

His current aura was even more terrifying than when he shot Victoria without blinking at the old mansion.

Hiss—

Suddenly, someone touched her chee