The cold air dispersed the moldy smell in the trunk. Olivia felt her mind getting a little clearer.

She shouted anxiously on purpose, "Who are you? Let me go!"

It was true that she was anxious, but she convinced herself to stay calm. Only by staying calm could she spot an opening.

Ryan's familiar voice sounded. "Ms. Fordham, you've always wanted to know how Jodie died, right? Why don't I tell you myself?"

Olivia felt another piece of rope hanging around her neck. Ryan's voice was no longer the gentlemanly voice he had when they first met.

Instead, it sounded like a venomous snake hissing in her ear.

"She died from getting strangled, just like this. By the way, the expression on her face was just like yours before she died. She kept struggling with her limbs.

"She wanted to call for help with all her might, but she couldn't even form a complete sentence. She could only look at me in fear and despair. Then, she slowly lost her breath."

In the darkness, Olivia's senses were sharpe