Fristy Davis saw the murderous aura in Scarlett Glenn's eyes and felt her hatred grow exponentially.
She never imagined she would fall into Scarlett Glenn's hands—she, who could have defied fate. She refused to believe that, if she wasn't dead yet, it wasn't all over.
Fristy's vision blurred even more, and she said bitterly, "Does capturing me make you so pleased?"
Scarlett Glenn replied with sarcasm, "Pleased? Why should I be pleased? What's there to be pleased about, catching a slut who schemed against me, wanted to harm my grandmother, and even caused my mother's death? Shouldn't I regret not catching you sooner?"
Fristy clenched her teeth and said, "I don't know what you're talking about. Indeed, I harbored the intention to kill the Old Lady, but that was because you pushed me to it. If you hadn't been so aggressive, I wouldn't have taken this step. As for the rest... it has nothing to do with me."