Chapter 389 Book 4 Vanishing Bottle

• I wasn’t actually foolish enough to drink poison.
• “I am sure you know that whether or not I drink this, you are dead meat,” I chanced a glance at Mary. “I considered making you the head maid but you chose to grab a rotten rope.” I pretended to shake my head in pity.
• “I was foolish.” Mary had tears in her eyes. At least she understood the gravity of the situation. “I chose the wrong master to serve.” Her master would cut her off without a backward glance.