Portia just couldn’t believe that she just got a deal like this. This was the easiest thing that she has ever done in her entire life.

It wasn’t the first time that she sold out Mary and it will probably be wont the last time either.

As she drove her car back to her apartment, she couldn’t help but wonder why this person wanted to deal with Mary seriously but on the other hand, it wasn’t any of her business as benefits were something that she only believes in.

She quickly reached her apartment and locked herself inside. She took out a bottle of wine and a wine glass and settled herself on the couch.

After pouring some wine into the glass, she swirled the glass with a snarl on her face, “who do you think you are? Back then, I did everything just to get rid of you. Just because of a measly thing like you, I had to flatter that b***.

I thought that I finally got rid of a leech-like you but who knew that miraculously you still came out unscathed? Do you even know how much everyone hates you? And yet there you are flaunting around your sugar daddy’s money; I wonder who is backing you up.”

“Just like before, you have never changed, you are still a b*** and I am going to let the whole world know what kind of a b*** you are! Just like how I took everything from you back then, I will make sure that this time you won’t be able to see the light of day ever again!”

Portia was just so angry just thinking about Mary/Venus. She had never wanted to befriend Mary back then but the other was simply desperate and to get famous and popular she was willing to be anyone’s lapdog.

Having someone follow her like a puppy and do everything for her, Portia reluctantly agreed to let Mary follow her. but seeing her lapdog dating that rich guy was the last straw.

Mary began to separate herself from her and Portia didn’t like this one single bit. How could she allow Mary to succeed when she was suffering?

With just a few tricks and cooperating with that vixen that Mary hated to the core as well as the rich guy that Mary was seeing. As the rich guy was tired of Mary, he didn’t hesitate but throw her out.

Just like that Mary was arrested and thrown into prison. Since the deal was done, Portia didn’t follow the story anymore as she wasn’t going to see Mary again.

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But seeing her doing much better than her, completely pissed her off, and taking the deal the man had given her, was going to soothe her troubled heart.

After downing two glasses, a malicious plan cropped up in her mind. She quickly placed her wine glass on the table and picked up her phone.

She scrolled through her phonebook and smiled slyly when she saw a familiar number. She has not called the other person in so many years and she couldn’t wait to push some buttons.

Sometimes when fighting a battle, using someone else was better than dirtying one’s hands.

It didn’t take long for the other to answer the phone coldly but she was used to this attitude. It wasn’t like she enjoys talking to the other person either.

[What do you want?]

“Come on girl, chill. I just called to let you know that your nemesis is out of prison and managed to find herself some rich backer. She will be coming for you; this is something that she personally told me. Apparently, she thinks that you are solely responsible for sending her in. I just thought that I should let you know,” with a smirk on her face she didn’t even wait for the other to respond and hung up the phone.

There was no need for her to rush this assignment, it was rushing that made things difficult and puts everyone in trouble. Patience really pays and she wanted to receive the maximum rewards possible.

She had already received some benefits before she even started and she was going to make use of everything. She wasn’t going back to the way she was before for any particular reason.

What Portia didn’t know was that the person she had called was not in a good mood after receiving the phone call.

“How dare she call me after so many years? Does she think that I am a pushover?” the other person was so angry that she threw a few things on the ground.

The sound of things breaking could be heard in the room, the servants simply stayed as far away from the room as possible. It wasn’t the first time that the other has had a breakout like this.

At least two to three times a week, she will always break things. They were already tired of seeing this but since they were just servants, there was nothing much that they could do.

She looked at her bleeding hand and her expression was just dull devoid of any light; it was as if she couldn’t feel any pain and this was explainable.

She left the room and went to the bathroom where she washed her hand under the cold tap and expressionlessly looked at her face covered with makeup.

“Ha, to think that anyone can just think that they can step on me simply because I am not living well! ha, they are kidding! That vixen Portia might be lying to me but I will not leave any stone unturned. I should have just gotten rid of Mary back then but I was simply too kindhearted and now look where I am.”

“Finding a rich sugar daddy! Does she think that any man in this world actually loves anyone? Can’t anyone tell by just looking at me?” the woman complained as she looked at her image in the mirror.

The woman complaining and not having a great time after Portia made a call full of lies and malicious intent, was the same person that Mary/Venus hated so much back then when she was in school.

This person has suffered so much under the hands of Mary and until now she never understood what Mary’s problem was. Back then she was simply too soft and had not faced the reality.

It was only after two years of Mary being in prison, that she began to see the world as rotten as it is but at that time it was already too late for her to extract herself from the evil clutches of the devil himself.

If she had been courageous, strong, and adamant about what she really needed, she wouldn’t be here wearing such thick makeup to hide how ugly her skin had become because of insomnia and so many other afflictions she faces daily.

She looked with disgust at the wedding band on her hand, “maybe having a sugar daddy is better than being trapped in such a hellhole!”

Anyway, it didn’t matter what Mary was up to but since the other was back then she needed to be dealt with. She wiped her hands with a dry towel and fished her phone out of her pocket.

She dialed a certain number and after three rings the phone was answered, “I have an assignment for you.”