Chapter Thirty

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ZOEY'S POV I turned back to see fallen pieces of a plate on the floor. And guess what; the culprit was currently looking at me with an evil smirk. And before I could say anything further, the maid parted her lips. "Young mistress Zoey. If you're angry, just come at me, you don't need to crash the plates over your anger against me!" The maid yelled at the top of her lungs, which gave me a flashback of Clara doing so back then. Or was it Veronica? No, I have been endlessly schemed by the two back then but what the hell does this maid mean? Who the hell does she think she is? Why would a common help think she can blackmail me? A hot slap on my cheeks brought me back to life and my eyes clouded with tears. My mistress raised her hand again as if she wanted to slap me which made me duck, bu

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