บท 968: The Competition Begins

The fragrant aroma of tea filled the room. Avrora felt a sudden tension in her chest and she held the white, glazed teacup in her hand, in which the tea bubbles seemed to form a beautiful flower.

She had always been proud and haughty. However, when her pride was taken as a joke by Wen Xinya, she felt extremely insulted and embarrassed. So what if she was jealous and angry? Without her grandfather's love and attention, she was nothing. How then could she compare to Wen Xinya?

In fact, come tomorrow… she would be sent to the bed of a pervert and subjected to his torment, just so Duke Moville could stand to gain some benefits. Next… she would become a high-class prostitute of the upper-class society, surrounded by filthy and disgusting men from all walks of life. She would become their plaything and the tool they could use to vent their sexual frustrations.

She had practically plunged from Heaven to Hell.

She could not help but look up at Wen Xinya.