"Snap!"
The reason for wearing gloves, of course, was to avoid directly touching Victor Quinn's face, lest I dirty myself.
"Ah!"
The slap was truly effective, and Victor Quinn shivered, awakening from his hypnosis.
As soon as Victor opened his eyes, he saw the two faces he hated most in his life.
One was Anthony Varley!
This hypocrite, schemer, great liar!
The other was Sarah Sullivan!
Originally thought to be a delicate, weak woman who could be easily manipulated, bullied, and coerced.
Who knew she was as ruthless and vicious as Anthony?
Setting one trap after another, driving him into complete ruin.
"Anthony, is there any point in begging now?" Victor no longer had the strength to be angry.
"I'm sorry, but no. Even if you speak like a saint, I won't let you go." Anthony said honestly.
"What about my aunt?"
"You'll never see her again in this lifetime."
