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So this will make it easier for her to go in and come out. Mr. Ben, the scorpion rival since the beginning of the election, has always had an open mind, but the scorpion (Mr. Brown) knew he had no chance of winning if Ben was his opponent. The other competitors were threatened and begged to stay off the competition. Mr. Ben was the only one who refused to back off. In other words, Brown got angry and decided to get rid of him.

“I was fired.” “Puff!” she spat out her drink and started coughing. “You wretched bitch, do you want to kill me?!” “I’m sorry, Madam Graham. It wasn’t intentional,” Saffron replied, but she wished the choking killed her. “You’d say that. I know you’re the first person who wants me dead. But I won’t until you’ve paid for every single grain of rice and drop of water you had in this Graham’s home!” “Yes, Ma.”

It was in an open circle in front of a huge tree trunk that was covered in vines shaped like hands reaching out hungrily toward them. Scar tried not to look around at the faces of the goblins gathered there, instead keeping her head high and staring straight ahead. She refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing her fear or her sadness. The gentle morning breeze carried the scent of flowers, and she breathed it in, trying to keep her heart from running out of her chest.

My shy maid turned into a fierce wolf when it involved my well-being. “It – It may be an allergic reaction from falling into the rose bush?” Lorenzo winced after his weak question. Sylvia sucked in a deep breath but I stopped her. “Can injuries from silver poisoning be healed?” I asked Lorenzo. The room went silent for a split second. “Ha, no – Such injuries last a lifetime – there are even sayings –“ Lorenzo trailed off. “What sayings?” I pressed. “They say that people can be reborn with these scars.” My blood ran cold. “Ah, but – but that’s just nonsensical talk among jobless wolves.” Lorenzo let out a burst of shrill laughter.

Her gaze seared into me, filled with disgust and disdain. I recoiled from her venomous words, feeling the sting of her disdain. "You are a disappointment, you have always been a disappointment, and you will forever remain a disappointment," she spat, her voice dripping with malice. My mother shook off my father's restraining hands and retreated into the room, leaving me feeling shattered and hollow. Her words pierced my soul like a dagger, leaving me wondering if I was nothing more than a perpetual disappointment in her eyes. The air seemed to suck out of the room, leaving me gasping for breath as I struggled to process the depth of her scorn.

That’s the phrase Scar could never understand: morbid curiosity. Looking around, Scar shakes her head slowly, despise in her eyes when she sees the disdain in the eyes of the rubbernecker. What are they waiting for? For her to cry in embarrassment that an old lady treated her meanly when she didn’t even know her? For her to feel ashamed when this person who called her “sister” just pointed out publicly how to humiliate her, and pretended to be kind with awkward acting?

Spotless and simply perfect. Envy invariably brewed within me at the thought of how the rest of her body would be just as perfect, in contrast to mine, filled with scars. "Why are you such a scaredy cat?" Scarlett asked, slight frustration vivid in her voice. "It makes people want to bully you more," She added, and I gulped down the saliva, gathering in my mouth, having no response. "Do not tell me she is blaming you?" Moon, my wolf queried, as it awoke. I ignored her and kept my lips sealed.

“You don’t get it. You sit there calm while the world calls me trash. You think this is nothing, but it’s destroying me. It already has.” He didn’t flinch. He only looked at me with that same steady gaze, as though my anger didn’t rattle him at all. That made it worse. I turned sharply, storming out before I said something I couldn’t take back. I didn’t make it far. Franchesca was waiting in the hall, her arms folded, her expression dripping with false pity. “What a shame,” she murmured, stepping closer. “The public loves a scandal, Scarlett. You’ll never silence them all. And Leon—he’ll eventually remember where he belongs. You’d be wise to move aside before that happens.”

I got up, my gaze now back on Jack and Mason who seemed much better than everyone else, guess my words really got to them. I let out an exhausted sigh, as I walked towards the door, my shadow now right outside, “Just a thought,” I said, my voice deceptively light. “But maybe don’t drag someone through the mud when your lives are one scandal away from imploding.” I said with a deeming smirk, before shutting it close. Can't believe brats who can't even keep their lives clean from scandals run their mouths, damned elites kids. My eyes fell back on my phone, in Ethan dm… a small smirk crept on my lips. At least he isn't like them and the fact that he wasn't replying, was now even more irritating

"That's right! A scumbag like him isn't worth all your fury! Please don't cut off my company's supply chain, or I'll really have no choice but to jump off a building!" They started hitting themselves hard across the face, apologizing and hitting themselves repeatedly. It was as if they were truly desperate and repentant.