Chapter 123
Author: Cy Pen
last update2025-12-10 23:32:15

Hearing what Benjamin had just said about David's supposed schemes ending today, Elizabeth immediately nodded her head with fierce agreement and determination.

“Yes, absolutely - I am not going to tolerate any more of this harassment and interference from David,” Elizabeth declared, her voice carrying conviction and anger. “This time, David will literally be brought down so hard that he hits the ground and never recovers!”

Her tone showed she was ready to take decisive action.

“I am going to m
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