The billionaire's Feud
Within minutes, the maid appeared in the room, hair still rumpled, lips puffed from the aftereffects of her own play with her friends.
Mrs. Robinson's gaze was cold. "Shut the door."
She did so, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. "What's wrong, ma? She asked.
Mrs. Robinson pounded her cane on the floor so hard the ring of it made her leap.
"No jest” she declared, ice in her voice.
"Iris is forgetting herself. She must be destroyed completely.
And you, you must help me, Mrs Robin continued.
She’s sneer returned, venomous as ever. "Tell me what to do ma”.
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