Chapter 293 – How Hypocritical
There was silence in the prison room—a tense, suffocating silence—after the words the siblings had just thrown at Premier and Foxy.
Words that cut deep.
Words that struck where it hurt most.
But nothing showed on their faces, because letting anything slip would only give their enemies the satisfaction of knowing they had struck a nerve. Their expressions stayed neutral, almost apathetic.
"So? Cat got your tongue?" Mortis said, his voice dripping with disdain and sarcasm as his gaze pinned Premier in place.
"Do you think that by flipping the situation and talking about us, it will help you feel better?" Foxy's voice sliced through the air, cold and sharp.
"If you think so, then that means you're just as stupid as we've always thought."
The siblings' brows furrowed again, the tension in the air tightening like a wire pulled to its limit.
But Foxy didn't care anymore.
