Livia drowned down some liquor before she slammed the emptied shot glass on the counter table. She muttered under her breath lividly, “What the hell is that bitch made of?”

Sasha drank half of the contents from her wine glass before saying, “It doesn’t matter. Everyone breaks over something. We just haven’t found what breaks her yet.”

“How can Greg even like her?!” Livia whisper-yelled, still unable to accept that the Duke kicked her out the other night and showed affection for Lucianne by how gentle his tone was when he said Lucianne’s name.

Sasha seemed to have already calmed down from her previous encounter with the Duke. “Men don’t...