An Unlikely Rival

"Then... Miss Thorne, what do you want from me?" Mr. Flint's voice was trembling.

If she didn't want money, could it be that she wanted... his life?

Thinking of this, Mr. Flint's face turned even paler.

Viviana did not answer Mr. Flint's question immediately. Instead, she suddenly walked behind him.

On the other side stood a little boy who was about four or five years old. He was fair and chubby a