Ivy Holden stared at her face, her brow furrowed. "You know Byron Holt?"
"I don't know him. I've just heard the name... Isn't he a great philanthropist? He does charity all over the world. How could he possibly kill someone? How could he..."
"He doesn't just kill people, he eats them," Ivy Holden said with a cold smile. "After he killed Leila Lane, he skinned her and stripped the flesh from her bones. Her bones were scattered in different places, and her skin was turned into an oil painting for his collection. As for her flesh... that's probably part of his body now, with him forever and ever."
"AHHHH—You're lying! LIES! This is all you! It's all your fault, you heartless bitch! I'll never forgive you! I'm going to kill you..." Clara Zimmers completely snapped.
A nearby guard stepped forward, restrained her, and led her away.
The prison guard outside frowned at Ivy Holden. "Why'd you have to provoke her like that? She hasn't been in her right mind these days."
