“Do you want to pick another fight?” Xyla Quest snorted coldly.

The longer Xyla looked at Emily Quest’s face, the more annoyed she felt.

“Yes, I’m picking a fight. Hit me if you dare,” Emily said obnoxiously as she stared at Xyla with a mean expression.

After that, Emily took a step closer to Xyla and poked her finger into Xyla’s shoulder.

“Although I don’t have proof that you are behind everything bad that happened to Brother Sullivan and my mother, I know very well that it was you, Xyla Quest.