Gritting her teeth, Theidta threw the racket to the ground and left the game room. As she left, Prim glared at the Mafia Boss. Feeling her glare, Ramon asked, " Do you have any problem, sis?" " Why did you do that? Couldn't you have behaved properly?" She asked. " I behave like I do all the time." Ramon replied, picking up his racket. He heard her scoff. " Oh really? That's why you call me your sister, daughter of a maid?" Gritting his teeth, Ramon's gaze snapped towards Prim. " You are not a simple maid's daughter." He said. " My Mother WAS a maid." Prim raised a brow. " She was my aunt." Ramon shouted. " And you are my sister." Ramon glared. " And she is your saviour." Prim grinded her teeth and glared right back at him. Ramon blinked. His breath caught as Prim's statement settled in his
