Chapter 127 Sophia Archer

• A man in his mid-sixties was working on his laptop in a towering building in the heart of M-City when a thud sound from the door boomed around the room, revealing a young woman with a furious countenance. As their strategy failed, the woman hammered on the door, glancing at the man.
• “Are you telling me you failed?” The young lady frowned.
• It seems to me that the pregnant woman cast a spell on him. But I have just a plan. Since he didn’t chase me out and decided to watch the whole act, I might as well next time make her put to bed right away. I mean, the scumbag child that she is carrying has no right to live and ought to perish. I ought to be the one who is expecting a child, not that worthless, worthless, good-for-nothing, nobody.