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Chapter 299
The corners of Rhea’s mouth twitched as she made her culinary selections, tossing the menu back with the sair of contempt.
“Ensure our food is swift in its arrival,” she commanded.
Without a word, Millie collected the menu and disappeared towards the kitchen.
Analia, puzzled, questioned, “Rhea, weren't you going to teach her a lesson? Why have you shown mercy?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAcryptic smile played on her lips. “Rest assured, the main act is yet to commence.”
Rhea just took a sip of her drink.
Twenty minutes later, as Millie served the final pot of soup, Rhea dismissed her, seeking no further interruptions.
Retreating, Millie stole a glance back, her fists clenched. Rhea had been oddly tolerable, without any of her customary tricks. But it was irrelevant. Regardless of Rhea’s schemes, Millie was prepared to match her move for move.
Once Millie was out of sight, Rhea’s eyes glinted with mischief as she looked at the pot of soup.
“Analia, | need you to spit in it.”
“What? But how can | drink it after that?” Confusion dawned on Analia’s face.
Rhea pushed, “Stop questioning. Think, Analia. Millie will be the one sipping your spit.”
The light bulb flickered on in Analia’s mind. She took the pot, spat into it, and stirred it casually.
With a satisfied smirk, Rhea reveled in her wickedness.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Your trickery knows no bounds, Rhea. You’re going to lure her back, complain about the flavor, and make her drink my spit?” “Astute observation. The more revolting the idea, the sweeter the satisfaction. All because she wed Marcus.” Rhea’s laughter echoed like a villain’s cackle.
She ladled a bowl of soup for herself, feigning a sip.
Once the scene was set, she beckoned to a passing waitress, her grin wider than ever.
“Fetch Millie for me. We have matters to discuss.”
As the waitress nodded and departed, Rhea brimmed with anticipation, eagerly waiting for Millie’s unwitting sip of the soup.
Meanwhile, Millie, stationed in the surveillance room, bore witness to Rhea and Analia’s disgusting plot.