Very soon, more than a month passed. Thanks to Andrew's money powers, Bishop was finally strapped into the electric chair.
It should not have happened so quickly. After all, many people had pleaded for Bishop, but as the saying went, in America, money really could do whatever it wanted. Andrew had not even spent a small target's worth of money before successfully getting her sentenced to death.
"I'm God's messenger! I did nothing wrong! I don't want to die, and I can't die!"
Bishop screamed in terror, "I know many congressmen, even senators! They'll save me! You can't kill me!"
Several staff members skillfully fastened the straps around Bishop. Their gazes were filled with contempt and disgust. Electrocuting someone like her was letting her off too easily.
Behind the glass, Alesha laughed excitedly at Bishop's disgraceful state. In contrast, Alesha's mother looked conflicted. No matter what, Bishop was still her older sister.
Very soon, the execution began. Bishop was electrocuted to death amid endless terror. Watching her twisted face, Alesha could not help but laugh in delight. Her laughter grew louder and louder, and tears even slid from the corners of her eyes.
Those tears held both excitement and relief. That damned woman was finally dead.
Alesha's mother looked at Alesha with slight fear. A little girl was laughing hysterically as she watched her aunt being electrocuted to death. Was she truly the Demon's daughter?
Andrew suddenly turned to glare at Alesha's mother, his eyes filled with sternness. Startled, she took two steps back and no longer dared to let her thoughts run wild.
Andrew snorted and asked Alesha, "Doesn't it feel satisfying? If you have a grudge, you should settle it. Don't listen to others babbling about magnanimity or how enemies should reconcile rather than deepen their hatred.
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