Chapter 184 It's Me Who No One Can Take Away

"Okay, it's a deal." Ellie Field gritted her teeth, her face full of determination.

Hope Williams tugged lightly at the corners of her mouth, a hint of mockery flashing in her beautiful eyes.

Hope didn't speak again. Waylon Lewis raised his hand and gently stroked the center of her frowning brow, "Why won't you say it?"

"What?"

"You are Cynthia."

Hope's eyes shook slightly, a flicker of surprise passing indiscernibly.

"Hmm?"

Hope quickly smiled lightly, "If she wants to take it, I'll give her the chance. But what's mine is mine; I will let her reach the top, and then I'll cast her into hell."

Hope was never a Holy Mother; she was a woman who took her revenge seriously.

What belonged to her was hers unless she decided otherwise. No one else could dream of taking it away.

Hope pursed her lips and looked at Waylon, "Is that a bit wicked?"

Waylon, massaging the top of Hope's hair, chuckled softly, his voice murmuring, "It's wicked, but I like it. Need help?"