Fristy Davis grew even more hateful as she spoke, her teeth clenched as she said, "You ruined the happiness of the first half of my life, and now you even let a little bitch destroy the happiness of the latter half. I've finally obtained everything I have now, and none of you will even dream of taking it away from me."
Fristy Davis slowly raised the fruit knife in her hand. In the dimly lit room on vacation, the cold metallic light felt especially chilling.
All she could hear in her mind was one voice: as long as the old hag died, the Davis Family would completely fall into chaos, and Anthony Davis wouldn't be in the mood to investigate Aya's death.
When the time came to pin the old lady's death on Scarlett Glenn, the Old Man would hate her to death. Even if Anthony Davis wanted to protect her, it would depend on whether the Old Man would agree.
