The Old Mistress was naturally very angry now.
There weren't many who dared to threaten her so brazenly!
"Madam, so now, we don't reply?"
The assistant inquired.
"No need to bother with her. I want to see if she really dares to come visit! When did she arrive here?"
The Old Mistress asked.
"She should have arrived these past few days. It seems she is intentionally hiding her whereabouts, as if she's quite certain that you, Madam, will meet with her."
Polina Powell listened and couldn't help but let out a cold laugh, "Then let's just drag it out. Tell her, I hope she still remembers what was said before, and to not make too much of a scene."
"Yes, Madam."
The assistant replied, and Polina Powell had already hastily hung up the phone call. In one motion, she tore off the face mask from her skin, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it angrily into the wastebasket beside her.
"What's got into you? Such an explosive temper?"