She was filled with hatred. Why hadn't Freya died already? Bradley should have been grieving at home. It was supposed to be Freya's funeral today, but it seemed like everything had gone off track. She had become a spectacle for others to gawk at, those eyes stripping her like they wanted to tear off her clothes.
How did this despicable wretch get those photos?
She even knew about her plastic surgery, knew that she used to work at a nightclub, and even knew she went by the name Madame Seraphina. After her transformation, all these past experiences had been erased clean, and the nightclub had rebranded itself. How could her dark past resurface?
"Freya, how did you find out?" Sophie Lawson's eyes were filled with torment.
Freya cast a disdainful glance at her, taking in her grotesque and
