No longer a pushover

A cold voice rang out from behind Xenia. She turned around stiffly and saw Noelle standing at the doorway.

Noelle walked up slowly and stared at her. "Do you want me dead that badly?"

"Why are you here, Noelle? You must have misheard me! I wasn't talking about you just now," Xenia replied.

She broke into a cold sweat from panic. She was certain that Noelle should have been unconscious after drinking the drugged milk. She could not comprehend why Noelle was in front of her.

Noelle smirked and then stepped forward to knock Xenia unconscious without hesitation. She was curious to see what exactly Xenia had planned for her.

Noelle easily dragged Xenia back to her bedroom. After thinking for a while, she decided to put her on her bed and turn off the lights.

She then hid herself in the bathroom, eager to see what would happen next.

Time passed by slowly, and the bedroom door eventually creaked open. The silhouette of a man could be seen slipping inside.

Gordon. He was reeking of alcohol, still holding a bottle

saw a woman sound asleep. He then reached out to strip off her clothes before pressing himself

breath. "You bitch. Did you have fun insulting me and kicking me out of the house? Now I'm going to fuck you! So what if you're from a rich family? Now you're just

vulgar insults. It would seem that it was the climax of Xenia's scheme that she had

ought to play the role of the main character herself. She could not help but wonder what kind of face Xenia would make once she realized what

filled with soft moans mixed with Gordon's insults. Suddenly,

into the room

entangled on the bed. "Gordon! What

eyes. He flinched when he saw

raised his voice and said, "Ms. Noelle called me here! She said that she had something to tell me since

fucking kill you!" Frank's eyes were red with anger. He could not believe that Gordon

Gordon to the ground and started beating him up mercilessly. The drunk Gordon muttered, "It was Ms. Noelle who seduced me! She seduced

fist onto Gordon's face again and again until Gordon's face became covered in

room, too. The