Chapter 0097

The aged woman, Mrs. Gloria Timberlake, sat in her opulent office, her eyes gleaming with malevolence as she listened to the update from her henchman.

"I see," she said, her voice dripping with venom. "So, Richardson's men intervened, did they? Well, it's too late for William now. He would have been dead by now, anyway."

Her laughter was cold, mirthless, and sent shivers down the spine. She cut the call, her eyes gleaming with triumph.

Just then, the door opened, and Jackson, her nephew, entered the room. "Aunty," he said, his voice cautious.

Mrs. Timberlake turned around, her face transforming into a warm smile. "Ah, Jackson, dear boy. Come, come. I have some wonderful news to share with you."

Her eyes sparkled with malice, and Jackson's instincts told him to be wary. But he approached her, unaware of the sinister plot unfolding in her mind.

Mrs. Timberlake's eyes gleamed with malice as she spoke. "William was stubborn, Jackson. I wasn't able to extract much from him, but I did learn