Chapter 13 The First Strike Back

Calista finished talking and loosed her grip. Quincy felt her legs go weak and she collapsed onto the

floor.

Her face was all white, and when she looked back up at Calista, she suddenly felt fear in her heart.

When she thought about the police and what the Fairchilds could do, she became terribly anxious and didn’t say any more, instead escaping up the stairs.

Calista originally intended to go back to her own room, but then she suddenly smelled something. delicious in the kitchen and realized that she hadn’t eaten much at Fairchild Manor earlier, plus she went through so much the night before and she was starving now. She made a turn towards the kitchen and saw two maids preparing snacks for tea.

“I’m hungry.” Calista leaned against the door and suddenly spoke, startling the two maids who were chatting with each other. She didn’t wait for their response and continued, “Prepare some food and send it to my room.”

Quincy had told all the servants to leave the living room earlier, so nobody saw how Calista treated

gone mad. Quincy earlier. So when they heard her give instructions like this, they all thought she had Unfortunately she’ turned and left before they could even react, and they missed their chance to mock

her.

One of the maids threw her gloves on the kitchen top and said angrily, “Can’t she see that we’re very busy? Does she really think she’s the Ms. Calista now?

The older maid replied, “What does it matter? Isn’t there a bit of food leftover from lunch? Just pour a bit of soy sauce on it and send it upstairs. She eats anything anyway.”

She said this mockingly, because Calista of the past never dared to be picky about her food.

Of course Calista had no idea what they were talking about downstairs because she was looking at herself in the mirror, feeling rather strange.

She was still young and tender at eighteen, and even though her thick fringe covered half her face, she still looked fairly sweet.

into a high ponytail, revealing her clean forehead and exquisite eyes.

to herself, and thought that she didn’t look too bad

hate this straight cut fringe because it got into her eyes, but she didn’t dare to change her hairstyle because her stepmother had said that it looked nice on her. But

door. When Calista opened the door, there was nobody outside, but there was half a bowl of leftover pasta with some baked beans and tomato sauce

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the school canteen food was awful, but

to sit at the terrible things she ate at home. Wh table. The things

life

she ate this without saying a word, what she would get in return was not the reputation of being humble and content, instead she would

room was filled with delicious treats and a fresh cup

servants pretended not to see Calista and continued to mind their own

food in

the Fairchilds would continue to investigate what happened the night before and would definitely force the two men to tell the truth. Yelena was nearly driven mad with worries, so she had invited

her at this time made her so

o furious!

kill her. How dare she appear in front of me so boldly? Does she think she is

a finely plucked eyebrow and laughed coldly, “Oh look who we have here, isn’t this the Ms. Calista of the Staffords? You were so amazing last night! Why, are you here to continue putting on

her fringe up, and was still wearing last night’s dress from the Fairchilds.

dressed so provocatively

by the sofa and listened

Caliser calmly. Yelena

way worse than this when she

Ms. Calista of the Stafford family and I have to eat

themselves in the living room. But none of them panicked because in

eat this? There are many out there with no food to eat you know? Who are you? You’re lucky to even have food to eat, and

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and they made her look mean when

the day you’re an uncultured swine! So you think you’ve got wings to fly now huh? Even if you

to eat this, you have to eat it!

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