But Selene tried to maintain a cool and calm demeanor as she parted her lips to speak.


    "’Mrs. Harrison, it was an ident that happened at the set. It wasn’tpletely my fault at all. A real sword was given to me, how was I supposed to know it was real instead of fake?" She asked, despite knowing Amelia didn’t care about all that logical exnation.


    She only wanted to vent nonstop on something she knew well she didn’t have a hand in; it was the idea of her daughter after all.


    "Listen here, youngdy. If something happens to Michelle, I will have you jailed, and not even Xavier will have you bailed out, slut," she threatened. She was very much aware that her power couldn’t do such a thing, but she only wanted to inflict fear on Selene.


    "Now, look, Mrs. Harrison, I don’t want to talk to you disrespectfully, and I would highly appreciate it if you don’t call me names now. That’s utterly wrong," Selene warned politely.


    She was trying to hold herself back from talking back to the woman because she wasn’t sure if someone was listening to their conversation from over there. Perhaps, it was a trap for her to say the wrong thing and then they might use that against her as well. She didn’t want to fall into that trap at all.


    "And what will happen if I call you a slut? A whore. You are a whore who climbed Xavier’s bed and seduced him just so that you can get some benefits from him," Amelia used.


    The servant who was listening to Amelia speak couldn’t help but be astonished with what Amelia had just spat.


    "Xavier Wace has a slut?" She mumbled under her breath.


    "And if it hadn’t been for Xavier, do you think you would have had a chance to act in that movie? After what my daughter had done for you, you dared to stab her in the chest and call it an ident—"


    "Listen, Amelia. I think I’ve let you speak enough. You are just like your daughter, the both of you speak nonstop, bbing you will do this, you will do that. Do you two practice before talking to me because all I can hear is the cries of a dying chicken," said Selene.


    She was done acting respectfully all in the name of having good manners.


    Amelia was immediately vexed when she heard Amelia speak. Her face flushed red with anger as she clenched her teeth.


    "You and I both know that it was all Michelle’s n to swap the swords. But I don’t get it, since you know, why are you still barking like a starved dog? I don’t understand you two, you both act like stray dogs let out in the street with no manners impacted on you," she continued.


    Amelia’s face had turned bright red in anger as she struggled to control herself. The more insults Selene hurled at her, the more she felt like she couldn’t breathe anymore.


    "Oh I see, you are venting out your anger from the previous incidents right? Well, you can’t me me at all, Amelia. The only person to me is your very own daughter, Michelle," she added.


    "Shut up!!" Amelia yelled.


    "Again with the barking," she sighed over the phone. "I don’t want to continue this phone call and take the risk of losing my earring. But I will leave you off with a warning, Amelia."


    "You have better control your daughter. She was the one who started this game, but I will be the one to end it. She has yed her part, right? Well, she had better be expecting aeback from me because I’m not going to make it easy for her," and with that, Selene hung up the call and threw her phone on the bed, leaving Amelia to hold her phone in her hand.


    Even though she had heard all that Selene had said clearly, she thought her hearing was deceiving her.


    "She dared to threaten me like that," she thought out loud as she red at her phone in her hand, as if it would send a raging thunder at Selene’s location.