Threat 046

"Why are you still here?"

Roxy Jenkins looked at the woman in front of her, who seemed somewhat hysterical, feeling a headache.

Perhaps provoking her wasn't the right choice from the beginning. Not only was she troublesome, but her mind also didn't function properly.

Samantha Collins sat on the sofa in Roxy's home, carrying herself with poise. There was still a fresh wound on the corner of her mouth, the blood scabs on it had already turned dark brown.

Her clothes were disheveled, and her hair messy, yet she insisted on putting up an air of self-proclaimed nobility. Seeing Roxy return home, she greeted her cheerfully.

Crazy.

Roxy cursed inwardly and spoke coldly, "What now? What are you here to do?"

"I perfectly completed the task according to our agreement. I placed the memory card in Olivia Taylor's clothes," boasted Samantha, raising her head proudly as if she had indeed accomplished something worth celebrating.