Scheming competition

"Who sent them?... Emilee, Christine, who?" She got up and walked towards her husband who was standing by the door. 

"You already guessed," he replied. 

"Emilee won't try to kill me just yet because she knows she'd lose more. It's none other than Christine." Jeslyn shut her eyes with her fingers on her husband's buttons, slowly opening them. 

"You still like her?" he asked. 

"It's a little hard to kill her," she replied with her eyes still shut in pain. She gave Christine so much time, thinking that girl would cultivate a redeeming quality; just one would have been enough to forgive her but now… 

"Should I kill her for you?" 

"No," Jeslyn shook her head and slowly opened her eyes. "I'll take care of her myself." 

Maverick nodded. "I'll go with you… you can't say no," he shut back the objection that was about to escape her lips. 

"Fine. How is Lolita?" She looked up at Maverick.