The Woman From Hell

"Looks like everything I did wasn't useless, huh?"

Delia looked at me maliciously, her eyes practically filled with defiance and ridicule.

She glanced at the oats on my table and sneered.

"I probably wouldn't be able to eat at a time like this if I were you. What's wrong? Did you not get the result you wanted yesterday, Miss Lane?" Delia smirked and took a seat beside me.

She even requested the kitchen staff to deliver her a hearty breakfast.

There were slices of toast on the left, some sausages on the right, and a bowl of oats with various side dishes served with it.

Compared with my lone breakfast, it was worlds apart.

"My business has nothing to do with you."

I immediately turned cold before Delia. I pretended as if she had struck a sore spot and made my tone sound bad.

"Miss Owens, don't forget who you are and watch your words. I'm sure you're much more aware of this than me."

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