"Hmm, I got this drug from a trusted source. It should be potent enough without lethal risks of killing someone," Angel mused for a moment. "But I guess we need to test it first."
"Test it? Will you be the one to drink it?" Jon asked
"Are you kidding me? I am too old to drink something that might give me a heart attack," Angel replied, clicking her tongue. She then turned her gaze towards Olga, who had been silently standing behind Jon. A malicious idea crossed her mind, and she pointed at Olga. "Why don't we try it on that ugly assistant of yours?"
Olga gasped. She took a step back instinctively, facing the witch with a malicious smirk, "I—I don't want to—"
"You have no right to object," Angel stated coldly. "You're just a mere assistant and an ugly one at that. I've been feeling angry lately because my fiance treats me like air, so I don't need anyone making me even more pissed."
