Chapter 83 – Which One Is Better?

• Gibson’s eyes darkened, his lips curling into a cold smile, as if savoring every piece of the plan beginning to take shape in his mind. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping against the table’s surface in a slow rhythm—almost like the prelude to a death knell he was about to play for someone.
• His voice was flat, yet beneath it lay an unwavering determination.
• "Why not? He should feel what I felt."