Ruin Me, Master.
She Anita grabbed Jasmine’s hand, yanking her backward.
“I’m talking to you,” she snapped.
Jasmine turned slowly, her expression calm but sharp.
“Do you have a mental disorder?”
The words hit Anita like a slap. Her mouth fell open slightly as she stared, shocked.
“How dare you?” she spat.
“Let go of my hand,” Jasmine said, voice cold and firm.
Anita looked down, then slowly dropped her hand, still fuming.
Jasmine took a small step forward. Her eyes didn’t waver.
“Now,” she said under her breath, “if you have any damn question, go to your fucking master and ask him.”
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