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CHAPTER 85
The whole arcade seemed to be under an invisible and inevitable fire, as the gorgeously confident woman walked through it.
The ticking of her aristocratic heels against the marbled floor presented the dignified legacy and the respectable blood in her veins.
Her red long seemingly regal gown was perhaps another thing that oozed the literal representation of fury, the woman wore a stern expression with a brief grin over her lips which made her unapproachable for the commoners.
She didn't mask her beauty behind the facade of excessive makeup, instead kept it to the minimal shades of copper brown to enhance her brighter skin tone and to tone down her rage which had been bubbling within her ever since.
Every step she took towards the courtroom announced the doom of those traitors and sleazy people who wronged her.
