Tears streamed down her face. She was nearly numb, a desperate sound forced from between her lips.
"Annelise Rhodes, you will get what you deserve."
"I don't care. At least for now, I'm the winner. Your son is dead and gone, isn't he?" Annelise Rhodes sneered, a shadow falling over her features. She spoke casually, "You insisted on fighting me, but you're not nearly as ruthless. Now you've lost everything. People would laugh themselves to death if they heard about it."
"So, you'd best not cross me."
She raised an eyebrow. "Otherwise, who knows? You might just end up like your son—dead for no apparent reason."
The woman's entire body was trembling.
'But what else could she do?'
