As the tension between Anderson and his family simmered, Marvin was not idle. In a secluded corner of the mansion, she huddled with a shadowy figure, her expression shrouded in secrecy.
"We need to find a way to take them down," Marvin whispered urgently, her voice barely above a murmur. "We can't let them get away with what they've done."
The figure nodded in agreement, their features obscured by the darkness. "I understand," they replied, their voice low and menacing. "But we need to tread carefully. We don't want to alert them to our plans."
Marvin's eyes gleamed with determination as she leaned in closer, her voice filled with venomous intent. "Don't worry," she hissed, her words dripping with malice. "I have a plan, and it's foolproof. They won't know what hit them."
The figure no
