Chapter 133 Power Lost
- She lay in her bed that night languidly, tossing and turning. It might not be as good as the one Matilda prepared for Isabelle in the Constance Residence, but this was good too. She closed her eyes and thought about John’s accommodation. There were two guest rooms here, so she could let him stay in one of them. He can clean it up tomorrow himself. She didn’t want to bother with his matters anymore.
- Then, she remembered how she kicked Matilda earlier. She felt groggy, but she also regretted not kicking her a few more times. That old bat would give me a wide berth from now on if I did that. The idea lingered in her mind until she drifted to sleep.
- She then had a dream where she could do anything she wanted. In her dream, Matilda was not her only victim, but Isabelle too. Isabelle became the servant in her dream. Awesome. I hate that woman. She sent Isabelle flying with a kick, and she cackled out loud, then she woke up from that dream of hers.