The aged woman, Mrs. Gloria Timberlake, sat in her opulent office, her eyes gleaming with malevolence as she listened to the update from her henchman.

"I see," she said, her voice dripping with venom. "So, Richardson's men intervened, did they? Well, it's too late for William now. He would have been dead by now, anyway."

Her laughter was cold, mirthless, and sent shivers down the spine. She cut the call, her eyes gleaming with triumph.

Just then, the door opened, and Jackson, ...