CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN

"I want him to suffer and die, and that is final... Now get out and get your job done," she added as she sipped wine from the glass she was holding and gave a devious wide smile.

Tina was already up when the alarm she had set to wake her up at five in the morning rang. She got up from the bed and did a few facial yoga poses to relax her muscles and relieve stress. She gently massaged her head, chubby cheeks, eyes, and neck, then got up from the bed she quickly entered the bathroom and washed her mouth along with her face.

She then turned on the tap and let some amount of water enter the bucket. As she took some detergent and poured it into the water, she vividly remembered Mr. Gavriel's words saying that his house, especially his sitting room, must be cleaned every day.

Then she carried the bucket in her left hand, and she used her right hand to pick up a mob stick as she walked out of her room and went down the stairs to the sitting room.

She needed to get her chores done and prepar