Despite the unhealthy condition Anastasia was in, Michelle was surprised to still find herself getting envious of the girl. Her hands subconsciously went to her belly where she was starting to gain weight, then her eyes fell on her forearm which was starting to fall like a flipped pancake whenever she raised it.


    She’d always been taking care of herself, but she med herself for being too carried away and didn’t watch what she was eating.


    Even though Anastasia stillcked any spark of life in her after what she’d faced, she still looked pretty. Her beauty had always been the one thing that Michelle despised about Anastasia, and if there was any possible thing she could do, Michelle would have stolen Anastasia’s beauty long ago.


    Anastasia didn’t have a single ounce of strength to talk back to Michelle. All she did was blink at the girl, but despite that, Michelle already sensed that something was wrong with Anastasia.


    Michelle simply shook off the feeling and patted the seat next to her.


    "Come take a seat beside me. I want to chat with you," said Michelle.


    The girl assisting Anastasia froze, but there was no single reactioning from Anastasia.


    She continued to stare back at Michelle who was wearing a smile as bright as the sun. It was like the little grin a predator would y on their lips before they devoured their prey.


    "Come on, don’t waste my time."


    The girl helped Anastasia take a seat, and as soon as she did that, she resisted the urge to barf at that moment.


    Michelle’s perfume was always strong, but when she took a seat near her, it seemed she’d used perfume instead of water to take a shower.


    It was so strong Anastasia could barely breathe but she held it in anyway. Comining to Michelle was only going to make her feel more nauseous.


    "You can go, Eve," Michelle said to the girl who’s been assisting Anastasia. Eve nced between Anastasia and Michelle, her guts telling her not to leave, but who was she to defy Michelle’s orders? Else she wanted her head to roll on the ground before it became vulture’s food.


    Eve gave a stiff nod and left.


    Michelle hummed, picking up the remote and changing the channel of the TV to a fashion show.


    "Do you know why I called you out here?" Michele asked, and Anastasia slightly shook her head. "Samantha isn’t around so I got bored. No one to fight with but then I remembered I have you here."


    Anastasia was as stiff as a tree with not a single sounding out from her mouth. But only she knew how much her blood boiled at that moment. Her nails itched to dig them into Michelle’s skin and have her scream her lungs out.


    Michelle sighed, then decided to switch the channel.


    Anastasia’s eyes were fixed on the television, while Tibo and Turac woke up due to the noise.


    "I never see you watching business news. Are you thinking of going into business?" Tibo asked, widening his mouth which was the same size as a hippopotamus, and letting his stinky breath fill the area.


    "That’s so gross! Haven’t you brushed your teeth today?" Michelle pretended to barf to show how deeply disgusted she was. Tibo simply scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. "Also, no! I’m not going to start a business. I just wanted to show my dear Anastasia something."


    The skin on Ana’s forehead folded in confusion as her gaze was settled on the television.


    In the next second, Anastasia’s eyes caught a figure that looked just the same as Xander, only that he had a sharper jawline and eyes colder than she’d ever seen since she woke up from hera.


    Without needing to be told, Anastasia already concluded that it was her husband—Xander’s twin brother—Xavier.


    Xavier was getting interviewed by the press concerning the video regarding Anastasia that was circting social media despite every clip shared having been taken down.


    Although she wasn’t close to him, she could feel the dark aura he was exuding like perfume that sent chills down her spine.


    Anastasia’s eyesnded on his eye bag, and couldn’t help but wonder if he got them from searching for her.


    Anastasia stared at him for a little while longer as he impatiently left the interviewer as if he had somewhere important to be.


    The camera followed behind him, capturing his broad back. Anastasia tried to recall anything about him, but the images she saw were all blurred out.