She seemed to have heard some kind of joke, her soft eyes gradually frosted over: "It's nothing more than an eye for an eye, why can't you handle it?"
Look, a robber will always be a robber, unrepentant till the end.
She had never been virtuous, knowing only that the world was full of half-humans, half-demons, and had lived by the principle of treating others as they treated her. If she'd felt any compassion or hesitation for such people, she would have died in her childhood.
Huratio Baker gasped, veins bulging in his neck, unable to regain his composure.
He had been bested by a mere girl!
Yvonne Finley rose to her feet, her countenance unnervingly stoic: "When you unlawfully took what belonged to my father, forcing him to endure what he did, your retribution was sealed. It's good to be kind in life."
Tonight, she intended to shatter this man's mental defenses.
To make them live in perpetual agony.
Her way was often the hardest for these powerful men to accept.
