...
"Mandy, with the poison in you, you cannot drink alcohol," Rebecca saw Mandy Qamar pick up a wine glass and hurriedly reminded her, but Mandy Qamar didn't pay attention.
"It's fine, Sara, the more pain I endure, the more resolute my determination for revenge becomes by tenfold." After saying that, Mandy Qamar downed most of the red wine in one gulp and furiously slammed the glass onto the floor.
From Mandy Qamar's eyes, Rebecca didn't see the slightest fear of the poison's cravings. On the contrary, what flooded her more was the thrill of wanting revenge, and a sense of admiration rose in her again.
Rebecca, known for her ruthless and fierce reputation, did not admire many people in this world, and even the king of mercenaries, Yves King, had never won such admiration from her. Consider a woman, deep in poison without any defenses, still thinking of resistance; what in the world could possibly break such a strong-willed woman...
...
That same night.
