“I…I’d rather die!” Ruth cried and ran out of the room.

Behind her, Ryan called the security department. “Keep your eyes on the clown. If she wants to kill herself, make sure she doesn’t do it here!”

Men in the Poole family treated the women they disliked with cold disdain. In Ryan’s eyes, he never considered Ruth as a woman. More accurately, he never even considered her human.

“The show’s over!” Ryan looked at the crowd.

“Yes, Master Ryan!” They answered simultaneously, moving out of the hall one by one.

“Sabrina,” Ryan called out to her, wanting her to stay behind for a while. Right at that moment, his phone rang, and he answered, “Hello, Uncle Zach, what is it?”

This Uncle Zach he mentioned, was Zayn’s cousin Zach Smith.

No one knew what Zach said on the other end of the phone, but Ryan replied, “Alright, I see, I’ll be there immediately.”

Ending the call, he wanted to call out to Sabrina again but she had already left. He thought of going to the design department to look fo