The mistress and her maid were oblivious to the presence in the tree.

Helen snorted with disdain, "She's been poked with hundreds of needles, practically turning into a pin cushion, and yet she dares to escape. Seems like we were too lenient on her last night!

We should've broken her legs, made her crawl on the ground like a dog with its tail between its legs!"

The maid chimed in, "I heard that if you want to make someone's life a living hell, you could soak the needles in saltwater before using them. Salt in the wounds, the pain would be exquisite!"

“Brilliant idea, we'll try that next time. Let that wench have a taste of real pain, see if she still dares to seduce Clayton! A sly fox, crazy and yet not tamed!"

Helen's blood boiled at the thought of Clayton's attitude towards Pamela and herself last night.

Because of that, she had tossed and turned, heartbroken till the wee hours.

She blamed all her misery on Pamela!

The maid added, "She's always been trash, even insanity couldn't change her. But I wonder what Mr. Hawkins sees in her, fussing over a lunatic. I heard Mr. Hawkins replaced all the servants and bodyguards in the main house overnight."

Jealousy gnawed at Helen. Clayton had never shown her such attention!

Not even a glance!

was one thing, but now, Pamela was insane. Was she really losing to a

no matter how he tries, they'll all end

who'd be foolish enough to side with that nutcase?!" Helen's

till she dies, she won't find her.

little wench

The mistress and maid exchanged venomous

small fists, breathing heavily with

were talking

her, pricked her

to the

they dared to curse his

could push around his grandmother and mom because they seemed easy

was nobody to stand up for

He, Evan Thorne, couldn't stand it

about revealing his position, he was about to jump down and

was stopped

turned, his eyes

man gestured for him

wearing a mask and

steps and furtive

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