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Everyone here already hates me. It doesn’t matter if I’m nice to them or not—they’ve already formed their opinions about me. All that’s left is to meet those who look down on me head-on and prove them wrong. With Will’s reassuring presence beside me, I straightened my posture and spoke firmly to the maid. “I will walk with him to say our goodbyes for tonight. But if you ever treat me as beneath you again, I will remind you who I am.” At my words, a low, menacing growl erupted from Will. The sound sent a shiver down my spine, but I didn’t fear him. I knew he would never hurt me. The maid, however, wasn’t so lucky. Her eyes widened with terror, and her hands trembled as she clutched the fabric of her dress. It didn’t feel good to be harsh, but I understood what Will meant when he said I
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