Chapter 41 Slapped in the Face on the Spot

She was sprawled lazily in the armchair, legs crossed with an air of elegance, not even bothering to lift her eyes.

She toyed with her phone, her cool gaze like someone watching a few clowns put on a terrible show. There was no anger in her eyes, just thick, undisguised contempt.

The more indiffe...

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