Chapter 89 Greenhouse Discipline

• Mirella’s hand violently shot out on instinct, viciously shoving Ellie so hard that the fragile maid tumbled directly onto the wet, hard gravel floor. The silver tray clattered loudly, fresh fruit spilling everywhere and rolling wildly across the damp stones.
• Ellie let out a sharp, soft cry of pain as she hit the ground, but long before she could even attempt to push herself back up, the heavy, commanding sound of rapid footsteps echoed ominously into the greenhouse.
• Luna suddenly appeared from the foliage, her beautiful face set in an absolutely terrifying, cold expression, her razor-sharp modern gaze violently fixed dead onto Mirella.