"Coming to pressure me for debt?" Sophie Wilson laughed after hearing, "Grace Wilson really wishes me dead!"
"Yesterday, she couldn't enjoy the show, didn't get to ruin my reputation, instead she helped me succeed. Today, she wants Stephen Wilson to despise and abandon me."
Sophie Wilson sneered: "How much does Grace Wilson hate me?"
She wondered to herself if she'd ever done anything to wrong Grace Wilson, so could Grace truly want to destroy her time and again?
"I'll go with you," Charles Seymour said in a deep voice, the chill in his tone almost becoming a tangible icy blade. If Grace Wilson were present, she'd likely be shredded by the blade.
"Just drop me off nearby," Sophie Wilson grinned, "It's not time to expose you yet."
Charles Seymour's gaze darkened, weren't they supposed to be lovers?
All the good mood was destroyed, gloomy clouds of frustration arose, a fierce storm quickly gathered in the dark abyss, carrying the force to destroy everything, roared out.
