Wei Anning stared at her, a touch of icy fierceness flashing in her eyes. She approached step by step, her one-meter-seventy height, plus wearing high heels, enough to overpower Dora, "I warn you, if there's any issue, come at me. If you dare to harm the people around me again, I will make sure you rot in jail."
Dora, shuddering under her gaze, but she was not someone who would admit defeat even in death, lightly chuckled, "The people around you, is that the child or that man?"
"Wei Anning, if I wanted to, they would be like ants waiting to be crushed by me. You want to protect them, with what? With your impulsive nature or your blatant threats?"
Wei Anning clenched her fists, a coldness growing in her heart.
Even a centipede, when dead, does not become stiff.
Let alone Dora, who had been imprisoned in the Royal Prison for five years. Though it seemed miserable, she was actually lying low, her influence never dissolved.
