Chapter 71

Giselle slammed her bedroom door shut.

Her face was flushed red, caught between anger and embarrassment. She threw her bag onto the sofa, then collapsed onto the bed, her breathing ragged.

“That shameless old woman!” she growled, grabbing a bolster pillow and throwing it to the floor.

“How dare she accuse me, especially in front of everyone! That witch deserves to rot in hell!”

She hit the pillow over and over, as if it were Qiara’s head.

Each hit came with short curses that spilled out uncontrollably.

“Why did I even go to that office? I should’ve known Leon would only make me angry!”

She shouted in frustration,...