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In the blink of an eye, Angel's imagination cleared off and it turned out she had only imagined Tania accusing her of the mark on her neck. Tania watched Angel clench her fist as anxiety washed over her while Laura looked like she couldn't care less because left to her, she would have just used her normal ways of getting inside, which is—violence. “Why do I feel there's more to these–” Zoey, who was sent on an errand, came back and quickly cut Tania short as the chief maid shunned her. “I'm so sorry but they look like they need our help. I was in this situation and–” “No one asked you, Zoey! And why are you still standing?!” Tania yelled in anger, one that irritated Laura, who tried to block her ears, making it not too obvious. “Okay. You can assign them to the toilet. I'm sure t
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