Chapter 45

Third person’s point of view. (LEGENDS CREATION COLLEGE, BEVERLY HILLS) Ingrid and her minions stood at a corner, she balled her fist as she glared daggers at Arabella who was laughing to something Daphne had whispered in her ear. “Ingrid, don’t tell we’re gonna let them go like that” Mitch said, her legs itching to storm towards Arabella and fight with her. “And why were you being so polite to her just now? Don’t you hate her anymore?” Another of Ingrid’s minions asked with a frown. Ingrid narrowed her eyes and tightened her fist, her body shook as anger and hatred pumped through her veins. “Of course, I hate her to the core, you don’t wanna know how much I suffered in that hell forsaken place because of her!” she growled out lowly. She turned her gaze away from Arabella, she took a deep breath and smiled tightly. “But she’s the king’s mate which means, I can’t get my revenge publicly” she exhaled roughly. “I’ll take actions in the dark” she said. Mitch and the others smirked wickedly