doors to the dining room, ignoring the di
ead of the long, formal dining table-in Chloe's chair. She was leisu
tained, a flicker of undisguised triumph c
ng behind Irina's chair to peek
ood before the usurper. Her voic
how you speak?" she sneered, her accent thick. "
air and gave Chloe's leg a hard shove. "You sme
ldn't come up with that on his own. It was a targeted insult, a deliberate mockery of her passion, her p
ion sharp points of pure rage. This was not just about a sto
lailing wrist, her grip like iron, and pull
feet. She lunged across the table like a cornered animal,
with a speed and precision that surpris
slap echoed in th
elt began to form on her fleshy cheek. A trick
n a silent O, the sudden viol
isbelief. Then she let out a howl of rage. "I
wiped her hand, as if she had just touched something foul
ared, pounding a fist on the t
dropping to a menacing whisper, "am Mrs. Carlis
the security office in the gatehouse. "Frank," she said into the speaker, her ton
uine fear finally appeared in Irina's eyes. She made a des
with her own body. The boy struggled against her, but she held fir
ed man with a perpetually grim expression, entered the dining room, fl
t-stained but composed Chloe. He hesitated. Everyone on staff knew how much
she possessed. Her voice cut through the air like glass. "Fran
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