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    His gaze hardened, sharp as a de, cutting past the skyline beyond the ss.


    “Do you want those two women gone?”


    Her reply came swift and certain.


    “No need. That won’t be necessary.”


    “Understood.” The ice in his tone thawed, just slightly.


    “In that case… I’m ending the call.” Without another breath, she cut the line.


    The moment the line disconnected, her phone lit up again—this time, with Lauretta’s name pulsing on the screen.


    Meanwhile, chaos erupted in the Reed Family Mansion.


    “Ugh! Filthy vermin—all of you!” Thea shrieked, snatching a bottle of luxury skincare from the vanity and flinging it with vicious force.


    The ss cracked against a maid’s forehead with a sickening thud, splitting the skin. Blood spilled down her face, but she stood frozen, too terrified to even flinch.


    “You’re just a bunch of low-ss servants! Who gave you the right to wrinkle your noses at me?” Thea had scrubbed herself until her skin turned raw—again and again—but that revolting stench still clung to her like a curse she couldn’t wash away. And these maids—a group of nobodies—had the nerve to wrinkle their noses at her right in front of her face.


    The door burst open. “What’s all this noise?”


    Martha Reed, Thea’s mother, stormed in, her eyes immediately taking in the chaos—the shattered bottle, the bloodied maid, the ruined decor. Her expression darkened.


    “Mom!” Thea dissolved into sobs, throwing herself into her mother’s arms. “They’reughing at me! Can you believe they’re wrinkling their noses at me as if I’m some sort of farm animal?”


    The moment Thea pressed close, a wave of rancid stench hit Martha full in the face. Her jaw tightened, her nose twitching involuntarily. She resisted the urge to recoil—but only just. Instead, she gently eased Thea back a step with a forced, motherly smile.


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    “There, there, my darling. Don’t cry.” Then, Martha’s smile vanished as she turned to the trembling maids. “What are you waiting for, you useless idiots? Out. Now. Not one of you eats tonight.”


    “Y-yes, Mrs. Reed!” The maids bowed hastily and fled, stumbling over each other in their rush to escape.


    Everyone in the estate knew one thing: when it came to Thea, the Reeds could see no wrong. No matter how outrageous her behavior, me was always redirected—never hers to bear.


    “I can’t take this anymore!” Thea screamed, her sobs ragged and raw. “My life is ruined! Everyone’sughing at me! How am I supposed to go outside like this?”


    The memory alone made her gag. She could still feel it—smell it. That vile, stomach-turning stench that clung to her skin like a secondyer.


    “It’ll wear off in time, darling. I’ve already sent people to wipe those posts from every tform,” Martha murmured, stroking her daughter’s hair. “And when we find the monsters who did this, I promise—they’ll wish they’d never been born.”


    “Why is it taking so long?” Thea snapped, rage ring in her teary eyes. “And whoever’s behind this—they’re dead. I’ll make them beg for death before I’m done with them!”


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