Chapter 795

Following the coffee’s splash, Lois discarded the cup without a trace of emotion.

She had warned Fiona against claiming her man, and the consequences were now manifest.

Beyond the door, a concerned servant perceived the unusual sounds within and knocked, querying,

“Miss Rayne, is everything alright?”

The cacophony had unsettled the servant, sparking concern for Lois’ well-being.

Moments later, Lois answered the door, revealing Fiona’s disfigured countenance.

“My lady, are you well? What happened to Fiona? Her face

Horror widened the servant’s eyes, a gruesome sight sending shivers down her spine.

However, moments ago, she had witnessed Fiona entering Lois’ bedroom unscathed. The abrupt

transformation of her face left her baffled. How could such ruin transpire in an instant?

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“An accident while handling coffee. Summon a doctor to tend to her.” “Miss, should we just call a

doctor? Perhaps we should take her to the hospital?” the servant suggested, concern in her voice.

Lois descended the stairs without acknowledging the servant’s words, her focus elsewhere.

The servant assisted Fiona, her empathy palpable. “The pain must be excruciating. Oh dear, why such

carelessness? What should we do?” “Vera, please, I need your assistance,” Fiona implored weakly.

Lois had granted her a beautiful visage, only to mar it herself.

Her arrogance had led her astray. Lois wielded formidable power, making escape improbable.

Afternoon classes concluded, and Millie exited Preagend University for a rendezvous at the shopping

mall.

Scheduled to meet Grace at the mall, Millie anticipated their encounter.

Within the shopping mall’s bustling expanse, Millie’s gaze alighted upon Rhea, engrossed in shopping,

accompanied by a man who dutifully retrieved her bags.

Speculating, Millie inferred that he was likely Darin – the individual Celeste had mentioned.

Locking eyes with Millie, Rhea’s lips curled with derision, her words laced with disdain.

“What luck! Even shopping brings me face-to-face with detestable souls.”

“The sentiment’s mutual,” Millie retorted.

“Let’s go.” Departing swiftly, Rhea vanished from view.

Seeking refuge in a dessert shop, Millie awaited Grace’s arrival. “Hello, Millie.”