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Freya stayed in her room all day prepping for thepetition, having the maid bring her meals.

She was hell–bent on crushing Skr in thispetition.

While working on her designs, Freya also had someone keeping tabs on Skr, reporting back her every move.

Skr hadn’t touched a single design draft. She just did herregr job every day, nothing more.

Freya was skeptical. Just another of Skr’s tricks,‘ she thought.

She sneaked into Skr’s room and rummaged through everything. Only after finding nothing but some rough sketches did she bfinally /bfeel relieved.

Freya opened the door and nearly bumped right into Skr, who was holding Adam’s hand.

Skr fixed her with a cold stare and demanded, “What are you doing in my bedroom?”

Freya panicked for a moment but quicklyposed herself. Forcing a calm smileb, /bshe said, “I left something in your room. I just came to look for it.”

Skr wasn’t buying it. With mockery in her eyes, she nced down at Freya’s empty hands. “Really?”

“I got it wrong. So what?” Freya snapped, turning to leave.

“Freya,” Skr said, “you’d better not take anything that doesn’t belong to you and get yourself in trouble.”

Freya bit her lip and shot back, “What could you possibly have that I’d want? Everything in my room is a million times better than byour /bbjunk/bb./b”

“Oh, I still remember what happenedst time…” Skr drawled, but before she could finish, Freya angrily cut her off.

“Shut up, Skr. I’m your older sister. You show me no respect at all,” Freya snapped.

Skr found her utterly ridiculous. She rolled her eyes at Freya. “Are we doing the ‘sisterly bonding‘ act now?”

Skr twirled a lock of Freya’s hair around her finger. “Do you really think you’re worthy of that?”

Furious, Freya raised her hand to strike, but Skr sensed it, grabbed her wrist, and violently flung it back.

Before Freya could steady herself, Skr gripped her chin and forced her head up, their eyes locking.

With a cold smile, Skr warned, “If you’re reckless enough to provoke me again, I’ll silence you permanently.”

Freya was trembling, her jaw clenched as she stubbornly refused to yield.

Adam folded his arms, putting on a grown–up air. “Aunt Freya, if you bcan’t /bspeak properly, maybe you should shut your mouth. That way, people bwon’t /bfind you iso /iannoying.”

Freya’s eyes welled up with angry tears.

Getting bullied by Skr was bad enough. Now even Adam was walking all over her.

But right now, she waspletely at their mercy. There was nothing she could do.

Freya was so furious that she could barely hold back her tears.

Adam added salt to the wound. “Aunt Freya, how can someone your age cry like a baby over everything?”

He tilted his head mockingly. “What’s bnext/bb? /bRunning bto /bGrandma and Grandpa to tattle?b” /b

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He was a kid. Yet, his tongue was just as sharp as Skr’s.

Freya was so furious she was seeing red. She just wanted to grab Adam and spank him.

Try bas /bshe might, Freya couldn’t break free from Skr’s grip.

“Behave yourself and I’ll let you go. If you keep causing trouble, you’ll regret it.” Skr took out a silver needle and pressed its cold btip /bbagainst /bbFreya’s /bwarm neck.

With an icy smile, she added, “I always keep my word.”

Freya could feel the silver needle piercing her skin, a dull ache radiating from that spot.

“I know I was wrong,” Freya begged, her voice trembling. “Pleaseb, /blet me bgo/bb./bb” /b

Skr released Freya with a dismissive flick.

Freya shot her a furious re. Skr raised her hand, the silver needle in her grasp glinting coldly.

“You win this round.” Freya clutched her neck and fled back to her room.

Back in her room, Freya rushed straight to the mirror. A faint red mark stood out bon /bher neck.

She flew into a rage, violently sweeping everything off her vanity table onto the floor.

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