Nightfall, in the capital city.
"Thud!" Sandra furiously hurled everything on the table onto the floor.
She had compelled someone to infiltrate Clara's circle, revealing, inadvertently, her plan to use Tiffany against Camilla.
Even if the Luther Family investigated the matter later on, they would never trace it back to her.
Who would have known that Clara was as helpless as having a wimpy king - capable of botching an otherwise foolproof plan.
Sandra grew angrier the more she thought about it, smashing more and more items.
The meticulously decorated high-end apartment quickly became a complete mess. Unexpectedly, flying shards of glass happened to pierce her foot.
"Hiss," Suddenly feeling a piercing pain, Sandra stopped her destructive rampage, inhaling sharply from the sudden shock.
"Young lady!"
The young man who had been silently standing at a distance hurried over, scooped up Sandra in his arms, and gently laid her on the sofa.
