Chapter 221 Go Scot Free

• Trejo paced her study, rage radiating off her in dangerous waves. Her long, scarlet nails tapped rhythmically against her crossed arms as her heels clicked over the polished wood floor. Her glass of untouched scotch sat on the table, staring at her.
• How dare Serena? The little, insignificant bitch thought she could just cancel their arrangement and walk away scot-free? No one had ever dared to do such a thing, and Serena thought she could?
• Trejo chuckled bitterly. After everything she had orchestrated, all the careful planning, the threads she had woven to guide Serena like a puppet on a string, and now the girl thought she could cut those strings and walk away?