She appeared to be on the verge of breaking down. She was a flurry of emotions as she continued tugging at me; her heart heavy with grievance, pain, and resentment.
I looked at her indifferently as I said coldly, "Miss Burton, you'd better stop asking why, and start looking into what causality means."
With Andrea acting like this, it was likely that Valerie had been investigated. Aaron's ability to handle affairs was extraordinary!
She sneered, looking as if she wanted to tear me apart, "What happened to you is called karma. You snatched Hendrix away, and it was not the right time for the child to be born in the first place. He didn't ask to be born, so he deserved to die early."
I pursed my lips, a fire of rage burning within me. I was quickly enveloped in a wave of negative emotions. I looked at her despicable face, and was silent for a while. Then, I suddenly smiled. "If that's the case, it seems that your mother doesn't deserve to continue living in this world either. You probably don't know what will happen to her next. How about I share it with you?"
I stared into her anger-filled eyes, and felt that I was going to grow colder and colder. "Next, your mother is going to get locked up by the police for bribery, murder and illegal transactions. Then, all assets under her name will be auctioned off and pledged to the public. Even if Pedro manages to get her out of prison unhurt, she will have nothing left when the time comes."
At that point, I let out a sinister and terrifying laugh. "Do you think that a woman like her, who's used to walking on cloud nine, will be able to handle suddenly losing everything she boasts about and returning to square one? Oh right, I also heard that the youngest daughter of the Moore family, Freya, has returned. So, you and your mother's situation doesn't look too good now. If you really lose everything, it's hard to imagine what kind of situation you'll be in."
Staring at Andrea's ashen face, I shrugged casually, "If you don't know already, I'm kind of looking forward to seeing what will happen to you and your mother."
"Arianna, you b*tch!" Merely cursing would not help diminish the fury in her heart. She then raised her hand to slap me in the face, but fortunately, my reflex was quick enough and I managed to stop her.
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