âDisgusting?â No one had ever called Guinevere that. Her expression immediately turned ugly. âDo you know who youâre talking to?â
âSo what? Havenât you considered the consequences when you did those things?â
Stella shook her head and walked up to her. âI know youâre an important person. Everyone is willing to flatter you, but not me. Iâm not going to play this boring game with you.â
âAre you threatening me now?â
âIâm just warning you. Guinevere, if this happens again, youâll pay the price for it!â
âWho doesnât know how to act tough? Youâre just an insignificant actress. Do you know who I am? Do y ou know my status in the circle ? Even Bradley has to listen to me. Who are you to speak like this in front of me?â
Guinevere seemed to have been provoked. She suddenly pushed her and threatened, âDonât you think you can show off in
front of me because you have the same face as her! She was just a loser to me! Youâre just a fake! Who do you think you are?!â
She was very worked up and had lost her temper. She knew the woman in front of her was Ella Steele, not Stella Sealey. However, for some reason, she felt Stella was looking at her, not Ella.
Guinevere quickly shook her head and tried to get rid of this thought. No matter how much they looked alike, they were not the same person.
Guinevere did not believe it at first, but the DNA test could not be wrong. She could not go on worrying like this.
She must quickly get rid of Ella, just like she did Stella. Then, she could have peace.
âIs that so? Then why are you so worked up because of a face similar to hers?â
Stella suddenly smiled, as if she had realized something. âYou seem to be really bothered by the woma n who looks just like me ... What was her name again? Was it Stella ? You told me that she was so craz y about Weston that she jumped off a building... But Guinevere, if she was so insignificant, why are you overreacting when you hear her name?â
Stella walked up to Guinevere and played with a strand of hair.â Did you do something bad to her?â
âYouâre spewing nonsense!â Guinevere pushed her away and huffed heavily.
The image of Stella falling down the building that day flashed before her eyes again. She remembered how Stella took the kidnappers with her and fell down the building.
She was as beautiful as a desperate devil as she leaped off in front of everyone.
Guinevere was reluctant to admit it, but she could not deny it. The image of Stella from that day had been imprinted deep in her mind. She could never forget it.
Sometimes, she still dreamed of Stella covered in blood, asking her why she was so cruel to her.
Her hands were clean and never stained with blood before that day.
However, she began to have trouble sleeping and eating after that day.
She reassured herself that it was a sign of clear conscience . However, after Ella came along, she realized she had no guilty conscience. She wanted to do the same thing to Ella an out of her life. She never wanted to worry about her again.
âYouâre wrong! She deserved to die!â Guinevere shouted hysterically, âShe deserved it!â
Stellaâs eyes trembled. At that moment, all the hatred overwhelmed her.
She deserved to die? Why did she deserve to die? She would have died if it werenât because of her good luck. She was so close to death and almost died. Fortunately, death denied her and let her crawl back from hell..
In that case, she had to let Guinevere know.
Someday, she would pay the price for all her sins. It might not be now, but it was only a matter of time.