Amanda
It was Carol and her adoptive mother Evelyn.
Amanda’s pupils trembled slightly, and in the next second, an overwhelming hatred surged up and shattered the calm in her eyes.
“Madam, these two are Mrs. Wilson and Miss Colson. They’ve requested to see you,” the butler introduced respectfully.
As Amanda looked at the mother and daughter, they were also sizing her up.
Amanda lowered her lashes slightly. It had been years since they last met. Evelyn looked much older now, but her arrogance had only grown stronger, not weaker.
A chill flickered in Amanda’s peach blossom eyes. Just thinking about the days she’d been imprisoned by Evelyn made the flames of hatred surge through her body. But she forced herself to hold it in.
They had stolen the Nectar of Fragrance formula and were now
