"Look at this!" Selina exclaimed, her voice triumphant and challenging. She held the sword aloft, her eyes locked onto Monica, a defiant glint in her gaze. "This was a gift from Ni Yang himself. He's chosen me, and there's nothing you can do about it!"
Monica couldn't deny the symbolism and power of the sword, and her discomfort was apparent. She had achieved her goal of becoming Ni Yang's woman, but in the face of Selina's taunts, she couldn't help but feel a pang of envy.
Monica's facade of calm cracked, and a flicker of anger flashed across her face. She knew she was no match for Selina's power, and deep down, she recognized that Selina was deliberately pushing her buttons.
Her restraint was remarkable as she held her emotions in check, unwilling to give Selina the satisfaction of seeing her truly angry.
