Priscella sneered letting out a cold and mocking laugh. "I was not born yesterday, stupid bitch. You came here to seduce him right?"
"I gave you one job, but instead, you came here to seduce my man. Who gave you such courage? Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror before?"
"Did you think just because that damned slave somehow trapped him, you can also do the same?"
"How dare you bite the hand that feeds you?"
Priscella clutched the woman who was groveling at her feet and pulled her up by the hair, only to land a loud slap on her face.
Michelle screamed in pain as the woman she had served for such a long time tortured her without any rhyme or reason.
In reality, Priscella had a reason but Michelle simply was not aware of it.
After the pleasant dinner, where everyone congratulated her for the engagement, the guests dispersed from the dining hall once the King, the Queen, and his concubines left the dining hall.
