Even through the phone's distance, I could sense the bone-chilling hostility radiating from Vance Johansson.
"What's wrong? Did I crack your composure?" I mocked.
Vance barely contained his fury as he snarled, "What's the use of baiting me? You can't skulk in the Divine Alchemist Pavilion forever!"
"You've heard about my upcoming marriage to Mabel Sean, haven't you? Haha, if you want to keep cowering in the Divine Alchemist Pavilion, be my guest."
"Oh, and here's a little secret—once Mabel becomes my wife, I'll make sure she suffers beyond imagination. She'll beg for death!"
This call was clearly designed to goad me into action.
I replied icily, "Vance, you'll never get the chance to wed Mabel Sean because you're not fit to breathe the same air as her."
"Enjoy your remaining six months, because when the time comes, I'll show the world that Vance Johansson is nothing more than worthless trash hiding behind his family name!"
