Mrs. White was reclining on the leather couch back at home. She was drinking a soup made by her dietitian, saying the soup could make her skin look younger.

Her assistant, Rachel, was sitting by the table, scrolling down the newest reports about the Barnett House.

“The Barnett House is falling tremendously.” The assistant sighed.

Mrs. White stirred her soup with a small silver spoon, “They deserve it.”

Rachel was confused, “Ma’am, you’ve already predicted that Diego’s plan ...