"...Of course!" Sophie Foster hesitated noticeably.
Isabella Lindsey noticed it too.
She retaliated cunningly, "Talk is cheap. If you want me to trust you, first give me a hundred kowtows."
"You want me to kowtow to you???"
Sophie Foster pointed to her own face, laughing wildly, "Isabella Lindsey, you must've been concussed, hit stupid, right? Let me tell you, I'm the winner! You're my slave! Whatever I tell you to do, you have to do it!"
"Then I have no way to trust you." Isabella Lindsey said calmly.
"A bitch is just being pretentious! If you don't want to do as I say, fine, but don't make so many excuses! You want Ruben Finnegan to die, don't you?" Sophie Foster provoked her.
"Even if I do as you say, you still won't spare him." Isabella Lindsey seemed to see through her tricks and cruel heart.
"Haha, Isabella Lindsey, oh Isabella Lindsey, so you're still not completely stupid?"
