Li Xue remained seated on her seat as she leisurely stared at the man slumping on the floor. Her lips curled into a sadistic curl while the devilish glint got all evident in her eyes like she was enjoying seeing the man die a suffocating death in her hands.
"You are talking so much about your future, Mr Han. But I doubt that you have got one tomorrow. What do you think?" She asked, disinterestedly giving a blow to her fingernails before standing up and slowly taking her steps towards the man who was now dearly gripping his neck like the tighter he gets to grip his breath the longer he would be able to live.
Sigh! Doesn't man always overestimate themselves? When they already know that one's death is not in their control then why waste time holding the strings of hope?
