Chapter 22 Fierce

• Salsa threw a gaze at me at the time, wondering if something had gone wrong that warranted Opula to order me around. When I cast a glance at the crimson face of Salsa I guessed she wanted to tell me more about the domineering attitude of Opula; perhaps something more annoying than I thought.
• “You just have to obey. She is too arrogant for my liking,” Salsa whispered to me, “She is just an annoying parasite you don’t want to deal with,” she added staring evilly at her with the corner of her eyes yet forcing out a smile to give her the good-girl impression.
• I struggled to keep my gaze at Opula, who was smoking heavily now, patiently waiting for her command to be carried out as she stared at me with disdain.