‘No wonder Hunt wanted me out by tonight. So he has another woman he’d like to play house with! Hah, to think that I let that man affect my emotions! How I wish I could slap my past self!’

Briar approached Renee with a cocky smirk.

“So you’re Renee Everheart, huh? What are you still doing here? Didn’t Stefan kick you out? Get a move on! Have you no shame?!”

Despite the provocation, Renee continued packing her belongings at her own pace.

“Hey, are you deaf? I’m talking to you here!”

“Sorry, I didn’t quite hear you.” Renee met her gaze calmly.

“All I heard was some crazy b*tch barking!”

“How dare you call me a b*tch?!”

“I didn’t. Looks like you went ahead and got offended in the first place.” Renee replied as she got up with her luggage. She tilted her head at Briar, who was blocking her path.

“Now if you’ll excuse me. Nice little doggies should know how to stay out of the way.”

Briar’s face went bright red as she stomped

known to be a living punchbag? When did

tried to win

shouldn’t upset

be the lady of the house soon, that insolent witch is

a room for you as per Master Hunt’s orders. Let

pleased by the flattery. She quickly lost the mood to

she gazed upon the tall building. It felt ironic that she would return to the streets after four years of living

a deep

on, she moved into a small one-bedroom apartment

felt liberated as soon as she lost her title as the ‘Second Young Mistress of the Hunt household’. She was free to do anything she

took her phone out and dialed a

years, you

Princes of Beach City. Despite his

the way. Congratulations! You should've

If those old geezers knew that you’re

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