Andrea woke up, feeling a sharp pain coming from her ribs. She sucked in a cold breath, breaking out into cold sweat as she accidentally pressed on her wound.
Her teeth gritted with hatred. That woman slapped away as if I was nothing. I, the third daughter of the Maximus family head's second husband. She dared.
In her wildest dream, she didn't know soone dared to injure her this way. She was already used to the power and protection her family na brought to her.
"That peasant..." She said those words through gritted teeth. Ruining her vacation in Blossom City- a beautiful, scenic place of blooming flowers and beautiful n.
She called her father to complain, hoping he would deal with Cyra. She didn't have the guts to call her mother or it would lead to disappointnt and likely end with her being sent to train in the clan's dreadful mountains. Only her father, who pampered her, could help her out.
"Reaa, what's wrong?" The man asked anxiously when he saw his daughter's pale face on the bed. He knew instantly sothing was wrong.
"Dad...my ribs are broken." Tears pooled in her eyes, making her father so anxious that he nearly flew over there.
"Tell Reaa, who did this to you?" The slivered-haired middle-aged man asked with a furious expression.
Andrea who saw her father's expression, was happy and laid out all her grievances. The man's face grew darker and darker.
"Reaa, daddy is going to get revenge for you. That thing...I will make sure to cut off that hand that touched my baby's body and remove her from the face of earth... Reaa, I'll send soone to take you back, I have to nurse my baby back to health." His cruel words changed quickly to a word of concern.
Showing his daughter with love and care. Andrea smiled gleefully after the video disconnected. She couldn't wait to witness the woman's tragic state, she was elated already picturing it in her mind.
The Kyrpuiam family had received a call imdiately, "I need that woman tortured to death...do it well. I won't hold you responsible for Reaa's injury." A calm authoritative voice said and hung up without waiting for her response.
The woman breathed out in relief, not even bothered by the disrespectful tone.
She inford her n to act quickly but she was not satisfied and followed to witness everything in person so nothing could go wrong.
Under the hot afternoon sun, a fleet of cars drove out and stopped at the entrance of the popular tourist hotel.
The hotel's glass gleaned under the afternoon sun, and the manager of the hotel jogged anxiously to the entrance.
Her plump body was soaked in sweat, she wiped her face anxiously and waited for the City Mistress to arrive.
She received an urgent call from the owner to head quickly to the hotel and handle the situation since the owner was not in the city.
She stood erect, bowing in greeting to the black-haired woman in a suit walking in the middle of the buffy-ard won.
"Good afternoon Madam, how may I be of service?" The plump woman asked in a flattering standard tone.
"I need the room number of a red-haired woman staying here today," Grace Kyrpuiam's tone was commanding and final, leaving no room for refusal.
"Madam...I apologize. We don't give out our clients' room numbers. It's hotel policy." The plump woman's refusal made Grace face frown. The plump woman scread internally and cursed whoever put her in this situation when she was faced with Grace's suppressing aura.
"Hotels policy...I can close down your hotel if I choose to. I'm being polite with you so don't get on my nerves." Her threatening words made the woman break out in sweat.
"Pl-Please give so seconds." She stuttered nervously, bowed to the woman and dashed to the side.
She called the owner, explaining everything and waited for her guidance.
"Sigh...Give it to them. There is nothing we can do." The owner's weak voice was heard.
The woman rushed to the hologram screen clicked on the penthouse suite, typing in a code with the hotel keypad and the number appeared.
She showed Grace the room number, Grace glanced at it and left with her people without a mont pause.
Inside the elevator, Grace received a file in her text ssage with bold italics: "URGENT."
She checked the sender and it was from her right-hand woman. She opened it and what she saw made her punch her fist into the wall.
"Bang!"
Dammit!" Her actions startled the won but their facial expressions remained expressionless.
She quickly pressed the elevator to a stop, the door opened and she went to the ergency staircase, removing her suit jacket.
And sat on the stairs and read more. The more she read the more bone-chilling fear and and frustration bobbled inside her. She ruffled her hair with no care of the bodyguards with her.
What she saw were grueso pictures and clips of Cyra's massacre in the Dark Order underground facility.
Soone tell her...how was she going to get out of this situation. With the Maximus family at her back and Cyra a mad demon in front.
She can't offend both but she is being forced to pick which to offend.
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