Chapter 150: Her Vengeance

A woman sat in a luxurious parlor seeping at the content in a teacup. A servant stood by her side, refilling the cup from time to time.

Her beautiful face was in a relaxed state. She looked peerlessly gorgeous as though nothing could affect her mood.

Even with such a relaxed posture, her heart was not at ease.

She has never found peace for a very long time in her life. No amount of luxury would bring her the peace she craved.

Instead, a different kind of emotion-filled her heart. Jealous, pain, bitterness, and thirst for blood. She had it all. She would have sleepless nights just thinking of the people she hated.

If she had known that the people she had considered her enemies were living their lives, she would die of bitterness. It was in vain.

Hating someone and wasting all your emotions for years towards them while they hardly recall anything about you. Such a pitiful thing was also her fate.