Jacob Powell fell silent for a few seconds before agreeing, "Alright, Quinn, we'll do as you say. After the competition, you'll stay in Libanan to recover from your illness. With me by your side, you'll definitely be healthy and happy. You'll always be the most cherished daughter of the Powell family!"
Quinn Powell smiled sweetly, her eyes full of triumph. It would be too easy to let Xaviera Evans go to jail now; it's better to let her watch her own glory be taken away, her loved ones turn their backs on her one by one, and then enter prison in despair and pain, only to endure the torture of blood extraction in the end.
Quinn Powell, content with herself, returned to her bedroom and picked up her phone to make a call, "My mistake before, but this time, Xaviera Evans won't stand a chance!"
A proud, young voice came from the other end of the phone, "You're so sure about that?"
