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CHAPTER 11: LINES NOT TO BE CROSSED

Penulis: Liana evadne
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-29 21:50:21

A tall woman in a fire-red dress strutted in, her heels echoing against the floor.

"Where is he?" she demanded.

Her eyes landed on Calla, who stood casually near the island.

Vanessa sneered. "Who is this?"

Calla smiled slowly. "Hi. And you are?"

Vanessa snorted. "I’m Vanessa. Killian’s girlfriend. And you? What maid gave herself permission to sit in my man’s house like she owns it?"

Calla blinked. "You think I’m the maid? That’s cute."

Vanessa stepped closer. "You don’t belong here. And when he sees you for what you are, he’ll throw you out like the rest."

"Then I guess you’re speaking from experience," Calla said, calm and cold.

Vanessa's face twisted. Without warning, she slapped Calla hard.

Gasps filled the room.

Calla didn’t hesitate. She slapped Vanessa right back, her palm ringing loud across the hallway.

The maids all froze in shock, finding hard to believe that Calla actually slapped Vanessa back. they all agreed that Vanessa deserved that slap.

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