“Ah! You’re here?” Xavia was immediately alerted. She turned her head and saw–Fiona walked toward her in a glittering celebrity-style dress. She was surrounded by a confident aura of a Squire daughter. Was that her? What a coincidence? Their last time together clearly told her that this woman was no good, and it would be better if they had not gotten along.She pulled up her face mask and lowered her head. “I have something to do. I should leave now.” “Hey! How rude can you be? Miss Lockhart, are you too proud or am I, Fiona Squire, too inferior? Believe me, I’m going to Brother Zivon to tell him how arrogant you are.” As Fiona spoke, she stood in front of Xavia, blocking her way. Xavia sneered. “Miss Squire, who’s the one being rude and ignorant right now? You’re blocking my way.” That rhetorical question has shocked Fiona, and her expression changed. Xavia did not give her any chance to speak. Instead, she said, “In fact, you address a married man as Brother Zivo
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