Scarlett Glenn's eyes became redder and redder, the bloodthirsty light in them grew increasingly fierce. She tightly clutched Margaret Glenn's hair, hating that she couldn't rip off her entire scalp.
Scarlett Glenn slowly said, "I really regret... why did I spare your life back then?"
Why didn't she kill her, why didn't she finish her off? If she had done it back then, none of this would have happened today, and Mrs. Herd wouldn't have been hurt trying to save her.
"You should have died long ago!" Scarlett Glenn murmurs.
Suddenly, she grabbed Margaret Glenn's head and forcefully smashed it into the ground. She had immense strength, and while her expression seemed rational, her actions were so mad that they were horrifying.
The ground at the hotel entrance was paved with marble, extremely hard. Margaret Glenn's forehead repeatedly collided with the ground, causing her to cry out in pain.