Chapter 94 : The Top-Ranked Teammate Is Still Farming the Jungle
Vivian unleashed a fierce scolding. Ellie ignored the pain at the back of her head—even as a faint warmth had already begun to trickle down her neck.
Instinctively she still tried to crawl forward, but the mont she saw Baifuli’s smiling face hiding blades beneath it, her heart skipped and she froze. Her lips trembled as she tried to speak, yet Vivian interrupted first.
“You have quite the nerve. Who allowed you to use the Hatherin na and embarrass ?”
“N-No… Miss… it is not like that… please listen to my explanation…”
“Shut up. I cannot be bothered to hear your nonsense!” Vivian glared viciously before continuing rcilessly. “Before, I kept you because of your service to the manor. Even if you had no rit, you had at least endured hardship, so I did not throw you out like discarded trash.”
“And this is how you repay ?”
Vivian sneered, crossing her arms and crossing her legs. “Inside the manor I turned a blind eye. You think I did not know about your petty tricks? The advantages you took using your position?”
Tears burst from Ellie’s eyes, mixing with sweat sliding down her forehead and covering her face in miserable disarray.
She shook her head frantically, desperately trying to deny it, seemingly unaware that pressuring other maids for years using the single title of Personal Maid had been wrong.
But now Vivian’s imposing presence made breathing difficult for her, let alone daring to refute a single word. She could only curl up and clutch her skirt tightly.
Feeling it was still not enough, she crawled forward again, banging her head repeatedly against the ground while babbling pleadingly. “Miss! I truly know I was wrong… please forgive … I will never do it again…!”
“And why should I?” Vivian lifted her foot and stepped hard onto her head, pressing her face against the floor. “Because you are a servant?”
“Everything you have—where you once stood, the air you breathe, the clothes on your body—were all given by , Vivian Hatherin!”
“What else do you have? And you think you deserve my forgiveness?!”
Pleasantly enough, Baifuli even let out a light chuckle at this mont, shifting into a more comfortable posture and leisurely watching the performance unfold.
That laugh only made Vivian’s anger flare even more.
“Look at yourself now.” Her voice dripped with disgust as she ground her shoe against the spot stained with fresh red. “Besides crying and trembling, what else can you do? When you caused trouble relying on the family na, why did you not think of consequences?”
“The matter itself was small, but you tarnished my reputation. How many tis could your life repay that?”
Ellie collapsed completely, unable to speak. Darkness swam before her eyes, and the ringing in her ears left only Vivian’s cold curses audible.
Then the shoe on her head shifted. With a push, Ellie toppled sideways, revealing a patch of floor soaked with her saliva and tears.
Baifuli looked away and instead watched Vivian’s fierce expression, finding it rather adorable. She kindly spoke in consolation, “Alright, alright. She did not an it. Though she dirtied my dress, she also angered you.”
Hearing that, Vivian spat and cursed again. “A worthless life with no self-awareness. Trash! Useless! You should have stayed in the Old District and waited to die!”
The spit landed directly in Ellie’s eye, further blurring her vision as tears washed over it while she struggled to see the two beauties clearly.
Anger and amusent—two completely different expressions appearing together—made Ellie clench her fists, trembling helplessly.
Then Baifuli gently stroked her sister’s back and said lightly, “In my opinion… since she cannot compensate for it, she can simply go together with the dress. Simple and reasonable. I am sure she will be very willing.”
Vivian had no objection. She was even too lazy to handle it personally, lest her hands be dirtied. The one reacting most violently was Ellie lying on the ground gasping.
Her eyes widened, survival instinct still struggling as she spoke indistinctly, “How is that reasonable… how is that voluntary… what do you take a human life for… ugh… cough!”
Before she finished, the silent Mia moved again. She walked over and stepped on her face, refusing to tolerate words that contradicted her master.
The voice that followed slowly drifted from Baifuli’s lips, filled with indifference and certainty.
“This is your honor—also the most valuable opportunity your life will ever have. So… you should thank us.”
After speaking, she leaned toward her sister’s ear and deliberately asked in a soft tone, “Shall we bury her directly? Yes? It must be fine, right?”
“Stop making that disgusting sound!” Vivian shoved her away in disgust, repeatedly rubbing her ear to dispel the goosebumps. “So revolting…”
Soon afterward, the group of maids who had escorted the gifts returned. Seeing the ss on the floor and Ellie’s miserable condition, they all showed surprise.
Yet not one felt sympathy. They all understood such a thing would not happen without reason; she must have offended the Young Miss, so she did not deserve it.
Vivian raised her hand and ordered, “Drag her back first. Tie her up and throw her into the basent. Without my command, do not give her food. We will deal with her properly later.”
“Understood.” ×n
Several maids stepped forward, grimacing in disgust as they hoisted the powerless Ellie away, complaining that they would have to wash their clothes thoroughly later because of the saliva.
After they left the hall, Baifuli withdrew her interested gaze and remarked that they were all good girls—surely amusing to play with.
But certainly not as good as a little pet: obedient and capable. Last ti it nearly made her faint.
Thinking of this, a truly delighted and slightly wicked smile blood on her face. She extended a slender finger and beckoned to Mia.
Mia, who had been silent like a statue, imdiately brightened and hurried over, kneeling at Baifuli’s side and pressing close to her leg, nuzzling against her thigh in dependence.
Baifuli humd in satisfaction, stroking Mia’s hair and lifting her chin lightly with her finger.
Mia obediently raised her face, eyes gradually growing unfocused under her mistress’s touch.
They did not even bother avoiding others—were they truly so shaless?
Watching their interaction, Vivian could not control her expression. First confusion, then frowning disgust, and finally sudden understanding.
Greatly shocked yet pretending not to care, she asked casually, “How did you train her?”
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