‘No wonder Hunt wanted me out by tonight. So he has another woman he’d like to play house with! Hah, to think that I let that man affect my emotions! How I wish I could slap my past self!’

Briar approached Renee with a cocky smirk.

“So you’re Renee Everheart, huh? What are you still doing here? Didn’t Stefan kick you out? Get a move on! Have you no shame?!”

Despite the provocation, Renee continued packing her belongings at her own pace.

“Hey, are you deaf? I’m talking to you here!”

“Sorry, I didn’t quite hear you.” Renee met her gaze calmly.

“All I heard was some crazy b*tch barking!”

“How dare you call me a b*tch?!”

“I didn’t. Looks like you went ahead and got offended in the first place.” Renee replied as she got up with her luggage. She tilted her head at Briar, who was blocking her path.

“Now if you’ll excuse me. Nice little doggies should know how to stay out of the way.”

dare you!” Briar’s face went bright red as she stomped

a living punchbag? When did she learn to talk back like

housekeeper quickly tried to

Miss Desrosiers. You shouldn’t upset yourself over

soon, that insolent witch is

arranged a room for you as per Master Hunt’s orders. Let

the flattery. She quickly lost the mood to

left alone outside. Mixed emotions welled up in her chest as she gazed upon the

a

moved into a small one-bedroom

as the ‘Second Young Mistress of the Hunt household’. She was free to do anything she wanted, and she was no longer the caged bird

dialed a

you know!” A delighted voice exclaimed on the other end of

of Beach City. Despite his

way. Congratulations! You should've ditched that *sshole a long time

you know this, but while you were being Mrs. Punchbag, rumors about you started spreading everywhere! If those old geezers

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