I glanced at Violette helplessly. "A bad thing never dies. Is Juliet finally gone? If she passes away, I'll celebrate with fireworks."
Violette stood upstairs, letting out a sigh. "Besides acting, what other skills does she possess? She's exceptionally intelligent. She desires to consistently keep Damien indebted to her."
Sure enough, even Violette could see through Juliet.
Zion and Violette descended the stairs, and we proceeded to the hospital together. Zion appeared with an unshaven face, giving off an air of slight disarray
Violette complained softly, I think you look more like a homeless man than Dexter does, but you're not as good–looking as Dexter."
Zion glared at Violette. 'How rude!"
With a smile on her face, Violette hopped into Zion's car.
