CHAPTER 83 Jealous Mistress

　　Ryan's POV

　　In disbelief, I glanced between Naga and Myra. Naga had launched herself to the table, but Myra swiftly managed to snap the little box of sweet tea on the table. She backed away, keeping the box at a safe distance from Naga. She reacted with hissing and low threats, but the situation quickly turned.

　　Myra had rolled her eyes, walked to the window, and opened it. She gave Naga a last look; both brows lifted as she paused. The old lady did not have it; even with the powers hidden in her ancient spirit, her flesh was old. It was hard for her to move, hard for her to get out of the couch. She gave up, glaring daggers at Myra, and continued to threaten her. Claimed she would make her homeless and spin a web of lies around her so Ella would never even look in her direction again. She even went as far as swearing to curse her relatives.

　　"I ask you one more time; What are you not saying?"