Chapter 1242

Lucille might sound carefree, but only those who knew her well understood that behind her lowered gaze lurked a bubbling sharpness, her subtle intention to kill hidden within her casual tone. She had previously paid Jenny's repeated provocations no mind. Imagine, would anyone give extra attention to an incessantly buzzing fly? It was all fun and games until the incident with Molly happened, and Jenny's provocations took on a new meaning. That was when Lucille felt the need to shed some blood. One Fiona was enough. Now, Jenny was like another Fiona: she could not see beyond her own reflection, a venomous snake that could strike at any moment. If this was the case, then it called for an execution. Lucille concealed the murderous intent in her eyes, a slight smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. She had given Jenny opportunities—in fact, more than once. But if Jenny remained unrepentant, repeatedly plotting against her, then she shouldn't blame her for revenge. Soon, the transfer was c