Chapter 238:
It was as if Ray had appeared in her room, flashing that wicked grin of his.
Her blood ran cold, and the hair at the back of her neck stood on end.
It felt like he was pinning her down with his deadly glare.
Frightened beyond belief, she quickly turned on the light, scanning her room frantically, but Ray wasn’t there.
It was as if he had vanished without a trace.
How dare he frighten her?
Who the hell did he think he was?!
Rosa didn’t wait for the sun to rise. She rushed to Silas’ house.
She needed to snap him out of his overconfidence—that Ray wasn’t a threat.
He was a blackmailer!
She couldn’t wait to put him in his place. She couldn’t wait to remind him of his status in the caste. The lowest of the low. A commoner.
She was of higher rank, and he dared not address her as if she were beneath him. If not for the assistance he had provided, he wouldn’t have been privileged enough to clean her expensive shoes.
If only Silas had listened to her in the past and gotten rid of Ray the moment the mission was successful.
She was furious.
Ray wouldn’t be alive to make threats against her if Silas had taken her advice. But Silas had insisted on keeping him around for other dirty jobs. Worse still, he continued to dismiss her warnings, claiming that Ray wasn’t a threat.
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Rosa savored the look of shock that spread across his face like wildfire when she confronted him about the threats.
She made sure not to bathe before heading to his place, allowing Ray’s scent to linger on her hand, ensuring Silas could smell it. But instead of taking action immediately, he still insisted that Ray wasn’t a threat.
Rosa’s blood boiled when he suggested she should simply give in to Ray’s demands. It was as though she were simmering with rage, heat radiating off her like a wounded lion.
It saddened her to see Silas so relaxed, brushing off the situation instead of springing into action to protect her.
How pathetic!
She had to say his name out loud, just to make sure she was speaking to her Uncle. She couldn’t believe how uninterested he seemed.
Unable to control her emotions, tears began to fall, and she stormed out of his house in a fit of rage. She walked straight to her room and took a shower, trying to wash away the anger and frustration.
Rosa scrubbed her body furiously, especially the areas where Ray’s filthy hands had touched her. He was dirt—she should never have been in contact with someone like him.
When she finished, she brushed her teeth with the same intensity, as though even that small act of cleaning could rid her of the disgust she felt from speaking to someone of his caliber.
The Mistress held a position that women would kill for. Everyone admired and respected the King’s Mistress, but here was Ray, disrespecting her as if they were equals.
