“Hmph!” Johama pouted. “Every day, I have to watch you play the loving husband with that old hag. You’re such a sweet little family of three. It’s killing me.”
“Patience. Just a little longer,” Archie said, his eyes gleaming. “Stephan has already been poisoned. I’ve secretly confirmed it. Even with the most advanced equipment, he doesn’t have much time left. The Russell family will be ours soon!”
Still sulking, Johanna remained silent. Archie pulled her closer, his gaze filled with genuine adoration. “Be good. I know it’s been hard on you, but this is the crucial moment. When Stephan falls, the only one left will be Imogen. She relies on me entirely. We have to endure a little longer. We can’t risk ruining everything now. As soon as we get what we need from her, we’ll have achieved our goal. After that, we’ll never have to endure anything again.”
Johanna’s imagination soared, picturing their triumphant ascent to power. Her expression softened.
“Isn’t it obvious? She’ll disappear quietly, without anyone knowing. That way, nothing will stand in our way anymore,” Archie answered without hesitation. Johanna’s expression darkened with satisfaction as she sneered, “Hmph, will you really be willing to? She just gave you a child, after all!”
Archie’s expression turned to disgust. His dislike for Imogen extended to the child, making it unbearable for him to even think about him. During the day, he forced himself to act as a loving husband and father, masking his revulsion. He only dropped the pretense around Johanna. “Don’t be silly. Don’t you know how much I love you?” Archie poked Johanna’s forehead and said huskily, “The only children I care about are ours.” Johanna’s cheeks flushed, and any further words were lost in the heat of the moment.
Lost in their intimacy, neither noticed the shadows lurking outside the window. Two figures clung to the wall, hidden in the darkness, listening intently. It was Felicia and Scarlet.
Felicia was stunned, while Scarlet seemed unfazed, as if expecting this. Having eavesdropped this long, lingering any further would be crossing a line. Besides, their precarious position risked alerting the couple inside. Felicia signaled to Scarlet that it was time to go.
Scarlet released her grip and leaped, landing effortlessly from the third floor. Felicia, realizing the drop was too far, opted for a different approach. She leaped toward the second-floor railing, using the wall as a springboard, flipping to dissipate the impact. She landed softly. The maneuvers were breathtakingly swift.
From the ground, Scarlet watched, mesmerized by Felicia’s agility and strength. She looked graceful, powerful, and breathtakingly beautiful. After a moment, Scarlet nudged Felicia’s arm. “Now that we’ve confirmed what those two scumbags are up to, what’s your plan? If you ask me, just telling Imogen directly won’t work. She probably won’t believe us. Women in love are blind. Even if they notice something’s off, they’ll find a way to convince themselves otherwise.”
She hummed. “Here’s an idea. Let’s gather more evidence. Videos, audio recordings, or pictures… We can present them to Imogen. That way, she’ll have no choice but to believe us, right?”
Felicia shook her head. “No need for such lengths. Some things have to be seen with one’s own eyes to truly sink in.”