The woman walked away with her high heels clicking hard against the floor, and three women in red uniform walked in.
They politely bowed and scraped to the woman, saying, "Manager Luciana, rest assured, we will surely doll her up nicely."
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Once in Ella Lacey's room, their demeanor changed completely, acting as if they were in authority. They commanded her, "You lowlife!"
"You're the lowlifes! All you people here are the same; unprincipled!"
Ella wasn't a pushover, she stood up to them boldly. However, her feet unconsciously shuffled back towards the window.
"Didn't the girl who brought you here say you've been starving for three days? You still have a lot of fight in you, with your sharp tongue," An older woman sounded surprised.
"The dying always fight, it's their last struggle!" A younger girl who followed her sneered.
"Is it a lack of strength or a lack of courage?" Another young woman asked sternly.
"No!" Ella firmly refused, crossing her arms.
