Chapter 158 The Traitor’s Identity

“What’s wrong? Are you afraid people will find out how you planned to bring down the Greensmiths?” I asked, recalling the video I had seen. Simon wasn’t able to answer. I smirked. “How does it feel to get a taste of your own medicine?” His agreement with the Greensmiths and our contract were the same. He was willing to betray their trust for his political ambitions, and I was willing to break our deal for personal reasons. If I was going down, I’d take him and Azrael with me. “Remember our bloody contract,” he said, and I grinned. I knew it. That was always his go-to threat. He thought he had me trapped by my promise—my life in exchange for my mother’s safety. But I had already planned my escape. Soon, I would get Mom away from him. “No one can kill me because I’m the only one who knows the card’s location,” I said firmly. “And if she dies, I’ll kill myself.” “No. You won’t,” Simon said—as if he was trying to convince himself. I leaned my face toward him, a devilish smirk escaping from