"Joy Ward? You sure have a big fate, not yet killed by Weston Morris."
Joy subconsciously raised her hand to her veil-covered face, which hid a newly healed scar running across her right cheek, ruining the aesthetic of her entire face.
Hatred filled Joy's eyes. The drug Hope Williams gave Weston Morris wasn't fatal at all, and once he regained consciousness, he punished her harshly for pretending to faint.
He disfigured her face.
All because of that detestable Hope Williams.
"Don't be smug, today is your day to die," Joy sneered coldly, "Do it."
"Waylon Lewis, I'm here, save me!" Hope Williams looked behind her and shouted at the top of her lungs.
The moment others looked backward, Hope turned and immediately ran in the opposite direction.
She couldn't defeat so many, and being caught meant a dead end, so her only option was to run.
"The bitch dares to deceive me? What are you waiting for? Shoot her!" Joy roared at an assassin nearby.