"That woman really is unlikable. I think she and her old aunt should be dealt with together," Zachary Armstrong withdrew his gaze and spoke again.
"Taking down Marilyn Carter's stronghold won't be that easy."
"Not easy doesn't mean impossible. Besides, I never said we'd have to rely solely on ourselves to act."
Joshua Sulliven furrowed his brows slightly. "Who are you planning to involve?"
"Tomorrow, I'll bring him to meet you, and we'll discuss the plan together," Zachary Armstrong said.
"Alright."
"See you tomorrow." When the words fell, Zachary Armstrong drained the red wine in his cup and lifted his leg to leave.
Joshua Sulliven looked at the emptied cup and spoke softly, "The escape corridor in the factory—was it you who left it there?"
Zachary Armstrong didn't reply; he paused slightly before speaking. "Did you know? Before now, I always hated you!"
