Chapter 220 Judas Time - 3

Song Recommendation: Killer Queen by Nightcore

Next morning...

"Williams Davis. Forty seven years of age", Delia said nonchalantly, scrolling through the tablet on her dressing table.

"His wife, Jessica Williams. Two kids. The last is a spoilt seventeen years old disgrace of a son who contributes absolutely nothing to society, living off his father's wealth and rampaging his statue to oppress the needy. And then there is his first daughter, who is married and relocated to Canada to live a simple life after disowning herself from the family".

Delia leaned back on her seat, crossing her legs. Her eyes turned red. Her demons appeared.

"Interesting family, I must say".

"And what do you suggest we do for him, mistress?" Quith grinned, holding the back of her seat as it leaned towards her ear.

Delia thought for a short moment. "Quith?"

"Yes?"

"What is the value of his son?"