The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

The Swordswoman’s Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 279 Say That Again

Ashley wasn’t foolish enough to take this matter to the King.

She merely wanted to use it to blackmail Oliver and drive a wedge between him and Isolde,

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Perhaps she had realized that Margaret was of little use and wanted to win Oliver over but couldn’t bring herself to do so openly, resorting to such underhanded tactics instead.

Harassing a woman, if it got out, would be more despised and loathed than murder or arson.

She believed that a righteous man like Oliver would surely yield to her threats.

But she was gravely mistaken if she thought she could drive a wedge between Oliver and Isolde.

Isolde was no ordinary woman confined to the inner chambers. She had seen her fair share of deceitful tricks and wouldn’t be bothered by such petty schemes.

Thus, after slapping Ashley, Isolde looked at her coldly, unafraid.

Ashley touched her face, her beautiful eyes burning with anger. Twice now, she had suffered at Isolde’s hands, and both times it had been in plain sight.

The first time, Isolde had thrown her into the water; the second time, she had slapped her. Both actions were direct and unapologetic, not caring if others witnessed them.

Such audacity could only come from someone who either relied on her achievements, her maternal family’s influence, or sheer arrogance.

Ashley wasn’t afraid of people playing dirty. She could see through any scheme.

But she was at a loss when faced with such direct, reckless actions.

She had always believed that any conflict required strategy and cunning, and that no one could outwit her.

She never expected Isolde to be the type to throw wild punches instead of engaging in a battle of wits.

“You’re indeed braver than others. Unfortunately, you don’t have good taste!” As she spoke, she glanced at Oliver indifferently. “He looks like a gentleman on the surface, but underneath, he’s filthy and despicable. Only you would trust him so blindly.”

With that, she walked out as if she hadn’t just been humiliated, her back straight and her steps steady. exuding an air of dignity.

Her posture and gait were strikingly similar to Margaret’s–her neck elongated, her back straight, her steps neither hurried nor disordered, maintaining a balance of grace and poise.

Isolde, wanting to explain what had just happened. “Just now,

without a word, her face tense as if she

she must have misunderstood, though

her inside, not saying a word, just watching her

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but then the remembered that her mother’s dowry box couldn’t be left here, so she came to retrieve it herself. That was why

the sore..

said anxiously as he watched her pack

out the mouth of any woman who speaks to him and googe out his eyes of be so much as deem another woman. I slapped her

up the box

stood frozen in

of his mouth turned up, and he couldn’t help but grin like

said. If you really like someone….

she had just hurled at him,

an idiot. Startled. Miniro asked. “Mr. Valois, what are you

like to smile. In fact, in all the time Miniro had served him, he had hardly ever seen

prepare the horses. I’m going to the

he strode out.

the nickname but, after touching his own face,

find out that she hadn’t gone there but had instead gone

rode to

an honored guest, and the servants quickly ushered

is in room Prudence’s room, a servant said, leading him to

against Natasha, who was smiling broadly. Patricia was also there.

had been said to

and Patricia looked at him

smile too, his eyes

Say

“What are

apologize,” Oliver said shamelessly.

mad at you. What’s there to apologize for?

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lightly tapped Isolde on the head. “Don’t speak to your husband like that. Go,

outside.