For a second, she cursed Doctor Anthony and Bobby, who knew how to treat the poison. If Zion had died, Zachary would have climbed out of his hole. Journee would have turned Zion's funeral into a bloodbath. She didn't care about going to jail or dying; she just wanted her revenge from her bastard uncle. The day she got her hands on Zachary, she was going to turn him into a pulp, fill him into jars and then send every jar to the remaining Hall family members who betrayed her father.
"So much is happening around you, and you don't even take a pause. You need to rest," suggested David.
But Journee only had one goal, and she had her eyes fixed on that. "After I catch Zachary, I will rest. Call me after you are done with the process."
"Yeah, talking of calling you. I called you so many times, why does your phone says switched off?" asked David and placed his palms over his waist in a sassy manner.
