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    How ironic it was that they had once nned to use Tiffany for their revenge on Tiffany herself. Looking back, it all seemed like a cruel joke.


    The psychological toll was overwhelming, and both womenpletely broke down.


    Sansa began to scream uncontrobly, her voice filled with madness. “Ah!”


    A, on the other hand, sat frozen, staring nkly at the floor. Tears started to fill her eyes, and her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles whitened.


    Marissa chose not to continue their punishment. She simply stood over them, observing in silence. Watching them crumble from such close proximity brought her a grim satisfaction.


    In the past, they had pushed Tiffany to the brink of despair, taking pleasure in her breakdowns. Now, Marissa was giving them a taste of their own medicine, letting them feel the same crushing despair they had once inflicted.


    Time seemed to stretch on, but Sansa’s screams did not cease. Instead, her hysteria only intensified.


    Then, abruptly, Sansa rose from the floor in a move that shocked everyone present.


    After rising from the floor, Sansa let out a wild roar.


    “This can’t be happening! It has to be a nightmare! I’ve seen Tiffany grow up. I know she’s nothing special. She just got lucky and became a legend in the art world. How on earth did she be the president of the Peridot Consortium?


    She doesn’t deserve that title. She should remain the little girl I used to bully. I need to ensure she vanishes from this world so she won’t ever rival my daughter for any de! This dream is horrible. I need to wake up, now!”


    In a desperate bid to escape what she believed was a dream, Sansa began hitting herself wildly and wing at her face. Quickly, her beautifully made-up face was marred with bloody streaks.


    The sight was so harrowing that even the onlookers winced in sympathy, but Sansa seemed oblivious to the pain. “Why doesn’t it hurt? It has to be a dream!” she muttered to herself in distress. “No! I can’t stay here. I need to wake up!”


    With that, she started ripping at her clothes frically. The fine fabric gave way under her frantic tearing, leaving her in just her undergarments, an undignified sight in the solemn atmosphere of the meeting room.


    The men present turned their heads away in difort. “Get this madwoman out of here!” Kevinmanded promptly.


    His men quickly covered Sansa with a garment and dragged her out of the room.


    Once Sansa was removed, A finally reacted.


    She stared nkly at Marissa, her demeanor starkly calmpared to Sansa’s manic breakdown, casting an eerie pall over the room.


    “Why, Tiffany? Why do you alwayse out on top? Ever since we were children, I’ve overshadowed you, beaten you down to the point where you shouldn’t have been able to rise again, and yet, here you stand.


    Suddenly, you became an outer disciple of the esteemed Doctor Riss, and you ruined my reputation. I used to be the Nash family’s shining star, and out of nowhere, you took my ce.


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