After Mya Walsh hung up, Hannah Hale's words replayed endlessly in her mind.
'That's right. As long as Aria Sterling is gone, she won't be a threat to me and Damian.'
The idea of getting rid of Aria Sterling took root in her mind, and she could no longer suppress it.
But this was a major undertaking, and she didn't dare act rashly. Gritting her teeth, she took out a burner phone and made a call.
"Miss, what you're asking isn't easy," the man on the other end of the line said, a hint of reluctance in his voice after hearing Mya Walsh out.
Mya Walsh lowered her voice. "If you can get this done for me, I'll give you two million!"
"Two million?" The man on the other end chuckled, clearly unmoved. "Miss, you must not know the going rate. The risk for this is huge."
'She knew he was trying to jack up the price, but she was past the point of caring.'
'As long as she could get rid of Aria Sterling, she was willing to pay any price.'
"Then how much do you want?"
