Jovana Shaw's face imdiately swelled up, staring incredulously at Aurelia Shaw, "You actually dared to really..."
"Slap—!"
Before she could finish speaking, another crisp sound echoed, leaving handprints on both sides of her face.
"Aurelia Shaw, you!" Jovana was so angry she cried, feeling both wronged and agitated.
Seeing Aurelia raise her hand again, Jovana scread in fear, "Help... soone wants to... mm!"
Aurelia covered Jovana's mouth, raised a hand, and chopped her on the neck.
Jovana found she couldn't speak anymore.
Aurelia sneered disdainfully, pulling out a dagger—she gripped Jovana's neck with one hand, while the dagger in the other hand road over Jovana's face, her almond eyes narrowed slightly, as if considering where to strike.
"...You... you dare..." Jovana's voice was hoarse, staring at Aurelia in terror, her legs trembling with fear.
No! This cannot happen!
She was soon to be engaged, and if her face was disfigured at this ti... the consequences she imagined made her heart pound heavily with terror looming over her like a dark cloud.
Hiss——!
The blade slid down her face, along her ear, leaving a long bloody mark.
"Ah—!" Jovana froze for a mont, then scread, her scream hoarse like a duck's quack.
Satisfied, Aurelia let go of Jovana's neck.
Jovana slid down along the wall, collapsing weakly to the ground.
Her... her face... her face... was disfigured...
Aurelia squatted down, grabbed Jovana's hair, forcing her to lift her head and look into her eyes. Her red lips curled into a contemptuous smile, "Why are you still so ignorant? You just know how to shout with your mouth, avoid provoking people you cannot afford to ss with.
This is just an appetizer for your lesson, don't die too easily, or how will I have my fun later?"
Ugh, how boring.
She used to think these people's tactics were clever, that with just a face, a few expressions, and words, they could make everyone believe them, stand by their side. So why does she now feel that these people are so stupid?
Completely unaware, they are the real clowns being played with.
....
Jovana didn't know how she made it back to her room, her face full of despair. She was startled by the reflection in the mirror—her shirt stained with blood, the right side of her face covered in blood, looking like a disfigured ghost.
"Ah—!" Jovana scread again.
"dicine! dicine! Where is the dicine? I mustn't be disfigured, I still need to marry Leo Campbell, beco Mrs. Campbell..." Jovana knelt on the floor, searching the room for dicine. Her right cheek hurt terribly; she was going to be disfigured.
Vibrating! Just then, her phone rang.
Jovana was too distraught to care, already a bit unhinged, pulling back the covers, and the phone automatically answered when it dropped to the floor.
"Jovana... hello? Honey, are you there?" Clara Philips' voice ca through.
Jovana was taken aback.
As if clutching a straw of salvation, she crawled over to grab the phone, and started crying imdiately, "Mom! Mom! Help , I'm disfigured, I'm disfigured... Help ..."
Clara's heart skipped a beat, "Honey, calm down first, tell what happened? Are you really disfigured?"
"It's that little bitch Aurelia! She slashed my face... Mom, what do I do now? Brother Leo will definitely despise , what should I do?" Jovana cried.
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