"Her final outcome will surely satisfy you."
Mrs. Sa gave a fierce look, deliberately mysterious, and said, "What exactly she'll become, I'll keep that a secret for now."
"...Well, it doesn't matter if you don't tell me. As long as Isabella Lindsey continues to suffer miserably, I'm happy." Sophie Foster was complacent.
"Of course, she'll wish she were dead."
Mrs. Sa sneered, drinking a glass of red wine, she said self-contentedly, "Having lost both Isabella Lindsey and Ruben Finnegan, the opposing side's strength has begun to rapidly weaken. We are slowly gaining the upper hand, but..."
"But what?" Sophie Foster was curious.
Mrs. Sa furrowed her meticulously drawn willow-leaf eyebrows, speaking gloomily, "However, I still don't understand the background of that Marco Turner. Through the matter of kidnapping Freya Grey, I tested his strength, which is not to be underestimated, possibly on par with Julian Johnsons."
"Isn't he my brother's rival in love?"
