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Drenched Chicken

"Where is that Jinx of a mistress of yours?!" Doris yelled glaring down at Constance who was on the floor with her head bowed.

The girl bit her lips to stop a whimper from coming out. After she had landed on her butt earlier and had not recovered from the ache and now, the same butt was kissing the floor like it was it's long time lover.

Lord, help her!

Constance lips had bursted as well. Not from the ring on Doris hand, but from the force of the slap.

The metallic taste of blood filled her blood that she gulped it down feeling her parched throat wet.

That was the first thing that wasn't her saliva that had gone down her throat since that morning.

"You know, Mrs Davidson..." Rowan started getting up on his feet. Doris eyes moved from Constance bowed blonde head to Rowan's piercing cold eyes.

She immediately reverted her eyes and inclined her head.

"My lord?" She replied and Mateo let out an inaudible scoff.

If only she knew who he truly was.

"You haven't given me what I bought." Row
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