"Then... there's no other way?" Mellisa Winsor fell into dejection, but unwilling to give in, she said, "I'm already an old woman, I definitely won't do it myself. I can at least order someone to find the best hitman to get rid of her, right!"
"She may not be an equal match; Isabella Lindsey's strength is unfathomable."
Madam Sa seemed to have studied her thoroughly, yes, even her own husband, Salem, a terrorist leader who never failed, was killed under her martial power. How could anyone else be her match?
"Then I will go find Ruth Upperton and discuss with her how to deal with Isabella." Mellisa Winsor rarely left home in recent years, but she racked her brains to stand up for her granddaughters.
"No need for now."
