Gemma York sighed deeply, "Fristy, if I make another move, do you know what this means for our York Family? That's not an ordinary man; his backstage support might even be more terrifying than ours. I can't beat him."
"Once he's dead, no backstage support will matter. Gemma York, I think you're becoming more of a loser as you age. There's no one truly powerful; it's just that you lack the capability. The reason you're calling me today is simply to say you want to stop, that you don't intend to make a move against Nell Harris anymore. But don't you think it's already too late? You should have known from 20 years ago that as long as she's around, there's no place for us. If she doesn't die, it's us who will. Do you really want to wait for death?"
Gemma York leaned against the wall, barely keeping himself from fainting. He gasped for breath and said, "Of course, I don't want to wait for death, but you haven't even seen that man. He is literally a demon, you know?"
