Jilted Heiress Strikes Back
Mireille stood on the porch, and besides the roaring wind and rain, she could clearly hear the agonizing, piercing screams from the lab.
Turning her back to the lab, she spoke coldly, enunciating each word with grim resolve: “…Kill them all.”
“Yes, Miss Carrington.”
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Estravia City, Wexford Lane Estate.
The rain started as a drizzle but quickly turned into a downpour.
Raina had hated rain since she was a child—especially thunderstorms. Yet oddly, as she sat on the sofa now, she found herself staring blankly at the heavy rain outside.
Raindrops pattered silently against the window frames, streaming down in rows. She propped her chin in her hand, lost in thought.