Over My Dead Body

The butler pondered for a moment, then made a suggestion, "Madam, consider this, the Stewart family and Jules family have always been on good terms for the past ten years. Why not talk to Lucille in the name of an aunt?" Madam Stewart's short-lived anger flared up once again. She sneered, "Funny, I don't have anything to discuss with her. Besides, over my dead body would I stoop to such levels!” "Oh, my dear madam, let's think of the bigger picture, shall we? If you want to remove Lucille, this stumbling block, other methods are no longer effective right now—what better way than to make use of your status?" The butler lowered his voice and slowly said, "As long as you can get close to Lucille and lower her guard, is there any problem injecting her with a dose of neurotoxin later?" Madam Stewart hesitated for a moment, then her eyes lit up as it clicked in her mind. "Touché." She had never thought of this before! She couldn’t help but pat her trusted butler, grinning with a hint of coyn