Scheming Bitch

Scarlet's face darkened in that instant.

“Are you going to pretend like you don't know me?" Her smile was cynical as if she was ready to tear apart the woman this instant if she dared deny their acquaintance.

Laylin parted her lip and pointedly turned to her aunt who looked spooked.

“Marquis.” Laylin took a breath to dissuade her but Berilla was more baffled.

“Me? Princess, do you think you have met me?” She was even more shocked because ‘The Marquis of Balijour’ was an identity used by several witches and she or any other witch had never gone without the veil on.

So it was impossible the Princess had seen her before.

Scarlet looked at her shocked and in disbelief, “Do you not remember extorting me when I first bought rations from your guild?”

“Ah.” The corner of Berilla’s lip turned up at both the ignorant Princesses who didn’t know the ways of the world and were glaring at her.

The Palace sure was a glass greenhouse that limited their brains and thought processes. She could b