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She pulled up to the gates of the Wynn family villa but didn't get out right away. Instead, she shot K a text.

[Do you know any hitmen?]

K replied instantly this time. He likely knew exactly what she was planning, because he didn't even ask for a reason. He only sent one sentence.

[Are you sure?]

[I'm sure. It needs to be clean. No loose ends that lead back to me.]

The fact that she could speak to him about this proved her absolute trust in him.

Otherwise, if hiring an assassin ever leaked, her life would be irreparably ruined.

She leaned back into her seat. Thinking of Sylvia, her heart refused to calm down.

Sylvia, who had never done anything wrong, had spent ten years hiding in fear from that piece of trash, terrified to even leave her house. Meanwhile, the soulless Jeffrey was allowed to parade around, threatening people left and right. The world was truly sickeningly unfair.

The law had certainly never given Sylvia justice. Any violent crime linked to a marriage was always conveniently dismissed as a "domestic dispute."

But who was going to compensate for the agony Sylvia endured?

Winona's gaze turned dangerously calm as she stared straight ahead. She was never the forgiving type.

Jeffrey brought this upon himself.

But at that very moment, K's next text lit up the screen.

[It's Jeffrey, right? I'll have someone handle it. I'm the one hiring the hit. You have nothing to do with it.]

That simple sentence made Winona freeze, staring at her screen for a long time.

She suddenly remembered something K had told her before.

"If you are going to fight for justice in this world, then I want your hands to remain spotless."

Winona leaned back and pressed her lips together. The boiling rage inside her cooled down in an instant.

She couldn't resort to such extremes. If she did, what was the difference between her and those cold-blooded animals?

She could afford to wait and slowly ensure Jeffrey rotted in a prison cell through her own hands.

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