The cold knife tip glinted with a chilling light, lifting Isabel’s chin, as Sophie Sullivan’s delicate chin arrogantly rose. She looked at her disdainfully, "Just because I’m Cecilia Branford, and you, Isabel, have a grudge against me!"
This grudge is one of irreconcilable enmity!
"Cecilia Branford, ask yourself, haven’t you received more than I did from childhood to now? Why can you inherit all of the Onassis Group’s wealth, while I get nothing?"
Isabel screamed frantically, her eyes wide with fury, her eyeballs nearly protruding.
The horrifying face made Lucifer somewhat worried Cecilia Branford would have nightmares from seeing it.
"Dear, stay away from her," Lucifer said from the side, putting an arm around her shoulder, attempting to pull her further away.
Sophie Sullivan gestured reassuringly to Lucifer, "Lucifer, once she couldn’t kill me, now she is even less of a threat to me than ever."
As the two spoke, a gleam of excitement flickered in Isabel’s eyes, and she suddenly spat at Sophie Sullivan.
"Cecilia Branford, go die!"
Sophie Sullivan swiftly dodged the disgusting spit, narrowed her eyes slightly, and unhesitatingly slashed her face with the knife.
"Ah..."
A wretched wailing pierced the eardrums.
Sophie Sullivan’s eyes were icy cold, her stunning small face devoid of any expression. "Isabel, it seems you still lack a sense of timing."
Not only lacking timing, but seeking death single-mindedly.
Were it not for her having potential utility, she wouldn’t hesitate to resolve her by her own hands.
As for how to explain to Grandpa and Grandma Daddy and Mommy a hundred years later, she didn’t care.
Since Andres and the others were ruthless first, they shouldn’t blame her for being heartless and merciless.
Lucifer kicked Isabel’s body, sending her flying into the wall, his handsome face covered in frost, his eyes half-smiling yet cold as a cold pool at this very moment. "Isabel, dying isn’t that easy."
Does she think provoking them will allow her to escape death?
Truly naive!
Her life won’t end lightly, and the harm Cecilia Branford suffered will be returned a hundredfold, even a thousandfold.
Isabel’s body hit the wall heavily before collapsing on the ground, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.
Raising her head with difficulty, her venomous gaze fixated directly on Sophie Sullivan, "Let me tell you, don’t be too smug too soon. My boyfriend is Thomas Shannon. If he finds out how you’ve treated me, your day of death won’t be far off."
The mention of Thomas Shannon’s name by Isabel surprised Sophie Sullivan a little.
After all, she knew quite a bit about the matters between Isabel and Thomas Shannon.
Thomas Shannon hugged her and kissed her forehead.
Thinking about it really made her feel upset!
Was Thomas Shannon blind, just an imposter, why could he kiss that face, hold her close?
The more Sophie Sullivan thought, the angrier she felt, the angrier she got, her expression grew colder.
"Hahaha... Are you scared? Oh, I forgot, you probably don’t know who Thomas Shannon is, do you?" Isabel’s hoarse voice stubbornly continued.
Little did she know, Sophie Sullivan, Lucifer, and Leo standing beside them all looked at her with pitying eyes as though looking at the mentally handicapped.
Isabel thought she found their weakness, her thrill heightened even more, "You’re bound to have heard of K Group, right? One-fifth of global arms comes from K Group."