Mrs. Michaels shook her head, "No, it's now or never. I don't care whatever happens to King Johannson. You're going with me on this trip whether you like it or not. King can go to hell for all I care and also this..." She eyed Alistair, "thing. You either go with me, Joan, or die."*"It's a pity you didn't die." A voice suddenly spoke up.Alistair.Mrs. Michaels glared at him, "I'm talking to my daughter, not some street outsider so you shut up, boy" She spat, "when your elders in every way are talking.""Mum!" Joan called exasperatedly.She ignored her."And what do you mean by it's a pity I didn't die. Do you plan to kill me?""Yes, it's a pity I didn't succeed the other time. I'll just have to try harder next time" Alistair licked his lips, "A blade will really suit on your neck, so smooth and slit-ready. What do you think?"Joan and her mother were aghast. Just how could someone speak that way!"You!..." Mrs. Michaels was in horror. He couldn't mean what he said, could he? He rea
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