Chapter 422 Humiliation

• Zachary Luellen stepped closer, voice low and cold, dripping mockery. "Who do you think you are to compare yourself to Hazel Sullivan? Your face isn’t half as pretty, your skin isn’t half as smooth, and your figure doesn’t come close. The scent on her makes me crazy. You? You reek of cheap, synthetic perfume. Next to her, you’re a knockoff from head to toe—a shoddy counterfeit."
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• Calla Sullivan felt like someone had shoved her into an icy pond. She couldn’t process what Zachary was saying—only watched those thin lips move, spitting out words sharp with scorn.