“Fall asleep and never wake up?” The old, dark-faced woman was slightly stunned. She rolled her eyes and started laughing with a cackle.

“Joanne, when did you become a murderer? This is a big deal.”

“I didn’t say that I want to kill anyone. I just want them to get seriously ill and never recover, to spend the rest of their lives in bed.”

The old, dark-faced lady laughed more sinisterly. “After I, Granny Blackwood, infect them with my parasitic disease, they’ll suffer worse from being ill than if they were to die! Joanne, you’re old and widowed. Who could possibly make you hate them so much?”

When Madame Joanne heard this, her facial expression became even more cruel.

The faces of Dorothy Assex and Alex Rockefeller appeared in her mind.

When Madame Joanne thought about how—despite being Dorothy’s grandmother—she had been repeatedly harmed by that b*tch and was even previously forced to repay Dorothy and the others 110 million dollars, she felt even more hatred in her heart. It was