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Despite her reluctance, after tasting the New Orleans Roasted Chicken in front of her, Angela had to admit that the dish was indeed delicious.
Not only that, but she also quite liked the chili sauce that was served later; she had already eaten half of it. The pain and pleasure from that strange taste were simply irresistible.
But the better it tasted, the angrier she became.
Because all of this belonged to that hillbilly dead rabbit.
Ever since she was young, everything Angela had was always the best among her peers.
The Immanuel Family was the richest in the western region, and her father, who was the Family Head of the Immanuels, had spoiled his little daughter in every way possible, wishing to give her all the best things.
This also fostered to some extent Angela's current arrogant and overbearing character. What she couldn't stand the most was anyone having something better than hers.
