Chapter 137
Tatiana
As I sat on the white sofa, taking a sip from the glass of champagne, I couldn't help but notice that it wasn't as good as the ones from years ago.
Looking down at the maid scrubbing the floor, I poured some champagne onto the part she had just cleaned.
"Clean here," I said, pointing at the champagne. Her face paled as she moved towards the spot to clean it again.
Just then, the door opened, and I raised my head to see Vladimir. He scowled, his hands clenched into fists as he stormed toward me.
"What have you done?" he demanded.
I took another sip of champagne, meeting his furious gaze. I shrugged my shoulders as though I didn't understand his anger.
"My guards!"
