Gloria's POV
"That little bitch! How dare she contact me!" I growled as I almost smashed the landline, pacing the length of my sitting room as I crumpled the note in my hand. "Does she really think she can just summon me whenever she pleases?"
I could still feel the sting of last night's confrontation with Evander. My own son had dared to raise his voice at me— no, threatened me— over that insolent girl. And now this? Now I had to deal with her calling me out like I was her equal?
The audacity!
I slammed the note onto the table and took a moment to steady myself, though the anger continued to simmer just beneath the surface. My fingers itched to strike a slap on her milky cheeks, to remind her exactly who she was dealing with.