Baroness Goes On Strike Ch 1 소설 & 이야기

Eventually, a bus came to a stop, and she struggled to get on the bus with people pushing and shoving each other aside to enter the bus before it got full. Chelsea sighed in relief. Her bag was soaked, and she was drenched and bruised from the shoves while struggling to get on the bus. It didn't help either that she ended up standing and holding onto one of the iron bars on the bus. The vehicle lurched and moved forward accelerating gradually. The rain got heavier with each passing minute. Chelsea could hear thunder rumbling in the distance. An elderly woman sitting by her side tapped her, " Miss? Are you related to Elena Willows?"

"My God, this is ridiculous!" She darted in and raised her callused hand. Without even asking a single question, she put all her weight into it and slapped me across my face. The impact made my head turn, and then burning pain throbbed in my cheek. My ears started to ring. "You evil witch! The devil has taken you, hasn't he? You started a scene at my son's company, and now you pushed Rochelle!" She jabbed a finger in my face and roared, "Get a divorce, Matthew! You can't keep this witch around! And make sure she takes nothing from you!"

I heard sneers from all around. I ignored them, just growing more impatient as I waited. The party went on normally until someone suddenly shouted, "Fire!" Panic erupted. People scattered in all directions. I was swept up by the crowd and pushed onto the deck. Bethany rushed over and grabbed my hand. Her expression was full of urgency as she said, "Ariana, jump onto that boat first!" I looked at the small boat, so plainly prepared for me, and I dove in without a moment's pause.

She bombarded him with questions. Harry didn’t know what to say to her at that moment. He shook his head and walked away, heading to his room. She covered her face with her palms. “Just what if?” ******* It was early as 8 in the morning and Zara was seen at the building entrance, properly dressed in a white and black gown and black flat shoes. She had her hair packed in a ponytail, stopping the morning breeze from blowing it all over her face. The workers that came across her made sure to stop and greet her before continuing with what they were doing.

A resounding sound of a slap echoes in the old mansion of Le Blanchet, the servants and the footman are all watching on the side with their eyes on the ground,who hit first and who has hitted? “Such ungrateful brat!” There is clear anger with the voice of the baroness, in the middle of the hallway, Veta and her aunt confront. “Mother! What was that yelling?” a young child came running down from the second floor and saw the horrible scene.

" She repeatedly asked on the air. She cried and cried. Until she got tired and thought of calling the police to let them know what happened in Enzo's apartment. Then she sent me to the mansion and I looked for Grandpa. I want to know that he is the one who made Enzo. If he was the one who was ordered to kill it. But just in case... I can't forgive him and I will hate him forever. I swear! When I arrived, I immediately looked for Grandpa on his staff. My voice is angry. She immediately went to the library to say it was just there. She was about to enter, but one of the staff of Grandpa's confidants, Brandon. He doesn't want to let her in. Because he still has a meeting. But I can't wait for

He would not dare, though his face had colored alarmingly that Adalene felt guilty of hoping he would have a heart attack right then and there and fall on his ugly face, before she realized what the Baron was saying. He’d just invoked jus primae noctis, the Lord’s Right to a bride’s first night. And she became as shell-shocked as the others. The Baron continued with his edict as her moaning mother held her tighter to her. “I will enjoy the gift you are taking for granted. The Baron has ruled. My men will take your bride and will bring her to your estate after her first time with me is well and finished.” After a moment of shocked silence, chaos erupted.

Rosanna grinned, her eyes curving into two crescent slits as she extended a hand toward Jazmine. "Hi, I'm Rosanna Oleson. Colin's fiancee." "Is there anything else we can help you with?" I asked, turning to look at Jazmine. Jazmine's eyes were red-rimmed as she shook her head and stumbled off, sobbing quietly under her breath. Meanwhile, Rosanna told her bodyguard behind her, "That lady seems to need some emotional support. Send her home safely." Then, she turned to me and said, "Colin, what do you think about this dress?"

"Mrs. Hedalgo, I’m sorry for the drama. I’m sorry for what I did today. Pearl’s eyes remained sharp, her fingers still tracing the edge of her shawl. "Apologies are words, Ms. Peterson. Facts are what I deal with." She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a cool, persuasive tone. "If you truly feel sorry for the unrest, then prove your words. Take the test. Not for us to 'claim' the child, but for the sake of peace. If the child is a Hedalgo, the truth will set you free from our suspicion. If not... Well, we can all move on."

Upon entering the room with a trolley in her hand, the were filled with so many questionable tools and papers, Major Serena just simply waves off the hostile attitude of Baron Govane Selspring, who is being hand cuff firmly on his chair and both of his hand on the table, securing him in place. “Is that so?….THEN WHY AM I HERE THEN???….CAN YOU SEE I AM INJURED?..I NEED HELP!!…BELIEVE ME..I WILL REPORT THIS TO MY KING!!!…HEH!!…I WILL MAKE SURE THAT YOU WILL REGRET ALL OF THIS!!!..”. (Baron Govane Selspring) While struggling being handcuffed and in pain, Baron Govane still spouting threat and anger. But none of it seems to even fazed Major Serena.