Andrea woke up, feeling a sharp pain coming from her ribs. She sucked in a cold breath, breaking out into cold sweat as she accidentally pressed on her wound.
Her teeth gritted with hatred. That woman slapped me away as if I was nothing. I, the third daughter of the Maximus family head's second husband. She dared.
In her wildest dream, she didn't know someone dared to injure her this way. She was already used to the power and protection her family name brought to her.
"That peasant..." She said those words through gritted teeth. Ruining her vacation in Blossom City- a beautiful, scenic place of blooming flowers and beautiful men.
She called her father to complain, hoping he would deal with Cyra. She didn't have the guts to call her mother or it would lead to disappointment and likely end with her being sent to train in the clan's dreadful mountains. Only her father, who pampered her, could help her out.