Ted Williams tugged at his lips, laughing even more wantonly, as if he had succeeded, savoring Waylon Lewis's agony over losing Hope Williams.
"Come to think of it, three months have passed, Hope Williams must be dead, the poison I gave her, she absolutely couldn't survive beyond three months.
Waylon Lewis, she must have been in great pain when she died, that poison in the third month was enough to make her life worse than death.
As long as she's dead, even if the Williams Clan doesn't end up in my hands, I haven't lost. Hahaha, after all, as for the heirs of the Williams Family, I didn't leave even one for Maverick Williams. The useless ones are imprisoned, and the useful ones are dead, hahaha, how wonderful, Maverick Williams would die with regrets knowing this, wouldn't he?"
Ted Williams stood up rigidly, his cracked and peeling lips pulling into a manic grin.
