"You're threatening me?"
"After being threatened by you so many times before, it's only fair it's my turn to threaten you. Otherwise, how can we say the tables have turned?"
"Is that so? The tables have turned?" Clara Sutton sneered: "Then let's see how it's turned. Whether this change favors you or me. Just name a place!"
"Heh, of course you're confident, you have Underworld envoys behind you..."
"I'll meet you alone."
"Alone?"
Violet Nee considered for a moment, yet to reach a decision, she heard Clara Sutton say: "Why? After provoking me for so long, are you starting to feel scared now? This isn't your style, right? Besides, Mason Black is already dead, how long do you think you'll live as his high-level puppet?"
Clara Sutton's words were like a sharp thorn, piercing deeply into her heart, causing her face to show a hint of displeasure.
It's one of the things she can't accept—Mason Black's death was something she never foresaw.
