Her fingers flexed at her sides, the tension in her body barely contained.
"And now, I'm irritated."
She tilted her head slightly, watching the woman in front of her with cold amusement. "So, let's make this simple. Either I destroy you and your entire organization today, or I destroy them. It's your choice—who do you want to watch burn first?"
The woman's lips curled into a smirk, though there was something hesitant in her eyes.
"What, don't you have a family too?" she asked, her voice carrying a thinly veiled attempt at reason. "Do you really want to throw your life away so easily?"
At that, Esme let out a low, sharp laugh. She reached up, her fingers hooking onto the mask she had worn for too long, and slowly pulled it away, revealing her face fully.
She stepped closer, voice dropping to a near whisper. "Listen carefully. Even if I die today, it doesn't matter. My husband already prepared for my death."
