Mere moments after waving goodbye to Landon, Cassia was knocked unconscious by a brutal chop to the back of her neck.
She woke up to a bucket of freezing water being splashed over her.
The water was packed with sharp ice, the shocking cold leaving her dizzy and shivering violently.
Opening her eyes, she was met with a chillingly familiar face.
It was the real Nancy Grover.
Though they shared the exact same features, their auras couldn't have been more different.
Nancy loved pure white.
In the freezing chill of December, the room's heating was cranked up high.
Her waist-length hair cascaded over a pristine white silk robe.
Even her complexion was as flawless and luminous as a piece of polished marble.
It was undeniably a beautiful face, with a stunningly sweet smile.
But to Cassia, this version of Nancy looked like a demon crawling straight out of hell.
"Did you sleep well?"
Nancy's voice was gentle—so gentle it completely masked the deadly threat beneath it.
Before Cassia could even react, Nancy shot a glance at the bodyguard standing nearby.
"She still looks tired. Wake her up a bit more."
The guard hoisted another bucket and dumped the freezing sludge directly over Cassia's head.
The brutal mix of ice water left her convulsing.
The jagged edges of the ice slashed several shallow cuts across her exposed skin.
Blood mingled with the icy water dripping down her body—a gruesome, pathetic sight.
Furious and humiliated, Cassia shrieked.
"Don't push it, Nancy!"
"I'm still your sister! If Dad finds out you're treating me like this, he won't let you get away with it!"
Nancy reclined elegantly on her chaise lounge, a sweet smile playing on her lips.
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