Chapter 847

Ophelia's words struck Seraphine's sore spot, humiliating her in front of the other members of the noble families of Summerland. "You old wretch!" Seraphine screeched. "Shut your filthy mouth! As the leader of our squad, you've failed to protect me. What kind of consequences do you think you'll face? Do you think my family will spare you?" Back at the main camp, Seraphine regained her arrogance because she knew her status as an Olsen deterred the others from hurting her—unlike those Morbian fools, who only got more excited when she told them she was a descendant of the top noble family in Summerland. Most of the participants from Morbia were of lower social strata. They had never gotten intimate with a rich woman before, and some never even had the chance to see one. Leaning on her cane, Ophelia snickered. "The gall you have to be so stubborn despite being roughed up so badly by those men. How many of those Morbian idiots did you kill?" Seraphine had intended to kill all those