Yue Yan threw the words as a casual challenge. She had been working closely with him for a month and they had developed a rapport in which they could discuss most anything.
The late afternoon light streaming that reflected through the wall of glass that made up an entire side of his cast office cast a warm light over the room.
If she looked at it, it seemed as if she caught a flicker of hell's fires, it was not exactly a comforting thought.
Lei Zhao stood in front of the glass, a king quietly surveying his kingdom, not knowing he would soon be brought to his feet.
Somewhere along the line, her objectives had shifted from destroying Yan Mei to disgracing her, letting the world truly see the weakness in her, and finally destroying her.
