Chapter 485

Cordy regarded Jessica coolly while her body stiffened ever so slightly, a chill unwittingly running down her spine.

Even so, she repressed the terror seizing her chest and remained incredibly calm.

But even if Cordy didn't show it, Jessica knew for sure that Cordy was afraid—no one would feel nothing in this situation.

"Never crossed your mind that I'd go this far, have you?’ She laughed savagely. "Don't you regret dying by my hand in this fashion? I wont mind admitting trying and failing to take your life so many times, only for you to be so kind as to send yourself to my doorstep. You really shouldn't get full of yourself, y'know?"

"Do you think John would forgive you if you killed me?’ Cordy asked her.

"Would he forgive me even if I don't?" Jessica asked in return. "He'd treat me the same, and it's just better for me if I eliminated a potential threat. And who knows? With you dead, maybe he'd completely give up when there's nothing left for him."

Cordy pursed her lips, her eyes growing colder.

worn out. She stood up opposite Cordy to look down on Cordy, the delight in her eyes hardly

the bodyguards

they replied

the door for her while gloating, "Sorry, Cordy, but I'm not staying for the mess. You've been allowed to live for far too long, so there's no need to regret anything-you should've been

the door opened, Jessica was left staring at a black barrel trained on her

at the man...only to find over a

a gap between their formation, so that Patrick, who was on a wheelchair

eyes at all, and

the door were long since left unconscious on the

she growled through clenched teeth, ’What do you think you are

doing," Patrick

you want to turn

reason we're at each other's necks?"

but whatever it is, our grandfathers can talk

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