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179: Ungranted Forgiveness
Fenella’s POV
“Listen carefully, you bitch.” Amy leaned in closer to me with a fierce glare. Alan’s hand was still blocking us. “One wrong step from you, and if you mess with what isn’t yours, I’ll get my revenge and destroy you.”
I met her gaze with determination. This time, I wasn’t going to be afraid or back down. I wouldn’t ignore all her insults. Never again!
“Have you ever thought that throughout high school you kept trying to mess with what wasn’t yours? How does it feel now to taste the poison you’ve spat at me all this time?”
“Ha! You still remember high school with Laird?” Amy smiled at me. “Isn’t that way out of date? I didn’t expect you to still remember that.”
“Yes, Amy. I knew everything about you and Alan conspiring in your little cheap drama.”
“And so what? Are you going to get rev
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