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From the looks of it, the phone had been broken into two pieces, and the screen had split too. It was useless even if she picked it up for her mistress to use, but the dostic helper didn’t dare to defy her order. She picked up the damaged phone obediently and presented it to her mistress with two hands.
Han Xue’er picked it up, glanced at it, and threw it at her in a fit of rage. “You piece of garbage! How am I supposed to use this damaged trash! Scram! You’ll be the death of !”
The phone had hit the dostic helper’s head, and she had fallen onto the ground. Aggrieved, she really wanted to cry but could only grit her teeth and bear it.
“Butler!” she commanded sharply.
The fat middle-aged butler hurried over obsequiously. “Mistress Xue’er, is there anything I can help you with?”
Han Xue’er ordered, “Call that slut, Han Yun’er, and tell her to co here! IMDIATELY! Tell her she has ten minutes, and she’d better NOT make wait a minute longer!”
The butler wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. “Yes, I’ll call her right now.”
Ten minutes later, Han Yun’er appeared. Her eyes held a knowing gaze as though she knew why Han Xue’er was in such a fit of rage.
Seeing her approach, Han Xue’er threw the iPad in front of her, and in a furious tone, she said, “Didn’t you promise to destroy Mu Xiaoxiao? What are you doing! Why haven’t you started? Look at how smug she is right now! Do you want her arrogance to continue? I can’t take this any longer!”
Han Yun’er’s face was dark and twisted. “Of course not!”
She had also seen the video too.
However, what actually affected her the most was Bai ijiao’s reconciliation with Yin Shaojie the day before.
Yin Shaojie never ever went back to the sa woman, and everyone knew it. Thus, she had never vainly hoped that she would be able to return to his side but was unable to hold it down when she learned the news. What made Bai ijiao so special!
Even though she was the child of a mistress, Han Yun’er had never felt like she had been beneath any other girl, especially Bai ijiao. She believed that she was a hundred tis better than her!
If Bai ijiao could reconcile with Young Master Jie, why couldn’t she?
Once that thought had surfaced, it bugged her constantly like a nightmare, and she was going mad just thinking about it.
Thus, she couldn’t help but think that if Mu Xiaoxiao had never existed, could she then have had a shot at returning to Young Master Jie’s side?
Han Xue’er directed all her anger at Han Yun’er. “You asked for money, and I gave it to you! You asked for n, and I lent you my bodyguards! Why are you so useless! I don’t care anymore — you better act NOW! I don’t want to see Mu Xiaoxiao’s smug face anymore; I want her to be DESTROYED!”
“Got it. I’ll get soone to take action today, but it could be more costly than expected,” Han Yun’er cautioned.
Han Xue’er sneered coldly and said, “So what if it costs more? Don’t I have money? Didn’t your mum seduce my dad because she saw that he had money? If not, why would you be here? Hurry up and get sh*t done, you hear?”
She continued to berate her after she had finished these words.
Han Yun’er stood with her head lowered. Her hands, which had curled into fists, relaxed again.
“I’ll do it now,” she replied softly, with no hint of emotion.
“Scram! Hurry up and get out! Useless piece of sh*t!” Han Xue’er was almost mad with fury about the video, rage engulfing her entire being.
Even the butler frowned involuntarily at her harsh words.
He accompanied Han Yun’er out of the door personally and even comforted her, saying, “Mistress Yun’er, you know Missy’s temper. Don’t take it to heart. She said what she said only because she’s angry and couldn’t help herself. Please don’t be sad anymore.”
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