After the conversation with Mr. Rawr, Leila stared at her glass window beside her desk as she sat on her swivel chair with her fingers crossed together.
Tapping her right pointy fingers onto her hand with her eyes pierce through the glass, she gritted her teeth with indecipherable thoughts.
"Should I kill him?" She mumbled.
No one has dared to look down at her stays alive. Letting Annalisa alive and her husband together was just her mercy for the greater plan.
Yet an old man dared to question her just because of her gender?
An issue to her gender was no matter to her, however, that old man gazes at her earlier while questioning her decision. And his sigh of relief hearing the chairman's name for the conclusion was an insult to her.
Claude was just an empty eye socket filled with blood, not with an eyeball. If Mr. Rawr found this out, Leila wondered what would his reaction be?
