Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 1008

Chapter 1008

Seeing Carissa and Violet exchanging looks, Jessica’s temper flared. She didn’t care whether Carissa was someone she could afford to anger anymore.

“So, you’re all just hypocrites! You don’t actually want to shelter women who have been mistreated and cast out. Pretending to be kind–hearted–what a joke! I’ll expose you for what you really are!” she shouted.

Despite that, she made no move to stand up. Instead, she sat there, still glaring at Hannah with bitter resentment.

Carissa watched her, confused. When Hannah’s maid had come to report in person, Carissa had thought Jessica was simply here to stir up trouble. Now that she had seen Jessica in person, she wasn’t so sure.

Jessica seemed angry, but there was something about her demeanor that didn’t add up. She was shouting, but hadn’t even shifted in her seat. Was she so destitute now after being cast out?

“I heard you even want to change the name of our workshop?” Violet asked.

Her tone had softened a little, but she couldn’t help the slight amusement creeping into her voice as she observed Jessica’s pitiful attempt to be domineering.

“I just think naming it after a dead person is bad luck,” Jessica sneered.

“Then, don’t come here,” Violet shot back, raising her voice.

No matter how miserable some people seemed, they still couldn’t shake that annoying attitude.

Jessica huffed, clearly wanting to retort with something sharp. However, she paused when she saw Carissa’s composed yet

then.” Violet smirked, her patience wearing thin. “You’re really something, coming here and still complaining. Do you think you’re

as you seem.” Carissa noticed Hannah’s pale face, strained from

perhaps you should

want to stay in the same place as Jessica

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about Jessica’s intentions–part of her felt like this was all just a disturbance, but another part of her wasn’t sure. Before Carissa and Violet arrived, Jessica’s arrogance

If this had been Hannah’s estate, Jessica would have already been

out you were indeed cast out because you couldn’t

you everything!” Jessica’s impatience was rising. “If I’d committed some unforgivable crime, I wouldn’t just be cast out. The

a bit of money over the years. I’m sure the Marquis of Ironridge’s

with her feet together, her fingers holding onto her sleeves. Her well- maintained nails didn’t

I own houses and shops. I just wanted to come here and see for myself

you own houses and shops, then you

no property, no means of support, and are truly destitute, then we’ll take you in. Are you really that

a faint flush rising on her dull, dry skin.

“Then,