"I only want to know what exactly happened with Toni Armstrong?"
Joshua Sulliven raised an eyebrow: "'Toni Armstrong'? Ha... maybe you'll meet him after you go to Hell, by then you can ask him directly."
Marilyn Carter chuckled lightly, said no more, and looked up towards the distant skyline with a hint of loneliness in her gaze.
"Oh, I almost forgot, before Victoria died, she said that you would eventually go to Hell too. It seems she, as a daughter, understood you best. Look, you are about to follow in her footsteps." Joshua Sulliven spoke with a teasing tone.
Upon hearing this, Marilyn Carter remained elegant and poised, but her face turned somewhat pale. Both of her hands were tightly clasped together, seemingly very unwilling.
But soon, her tightly clenched fists relaxed once more.
Hehe... how could she, like young people, compete so strenuously for victory? Losing is losing. Since she was not as skilled, she had nothing to say.
