H U N D R E D & T H I R T Y - F I V E

“His death will be so excruciating he will wish he never crossed George Davis!” George fumed as the atmosphere became tensed.

Vivian was also frustrated. It showed on her stressed figure so much that a few of her front hair pulled out. She had thought deeply on who the enemy could be however she just couldn't fathom it.

Before George arrived, she had even gone as far as tabling their adversaries down in order to do a structural analysis. In the end, none of them fit into her category.

“This feels off, George.” She finally gained the courage to speak her mind, however she did so from a considerable distance.

The television gave a low background noise.

He shot a look at her, “What do you mean?”

“What if this is just Annabel after all? What if she's playing games with us. I did analysis of all our adversaries- all of them have been defeated by us, some in jail, others out of the country except Annabel.”

“Have you lost your mind?” George sneered, “Annabel is on that hospital bed fighting