Chapter 395

• The moment Dione landed, the sharp sound of fabric sticking to glue echoed through the hall. Her eyes widened in horror, her body stiff as she realized she was firmly stuck.
• She hadn’t expected Persis to put her directly on the chair. She had anticipated a slap or a glare, thinking she could twist the situation to her advantage. But Persis had simply placed her on the seat, avoiding both of the options they had planned.
• ‘That bitch!’ Dione cursed silently.