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"You laughed when I fell,
But the tables will turn.
And when you hit the ground,
I'll be the one laughing." ~Araneae Ruber
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THE MASTER lifted his head to his butler, his brows arched, and his lips bent to a deep frown
"What is it?! Is the contract not relevant to us? Is it a sham?"
"Oh, would you give it a rest with that already!" Luella spat, rolling her eyes as she has had enough of this nonsense doubt and suspicion.
Peter looked at Lady Luella and back to the contract. He looked at her once more and then back to the contract. He looked at her—
"Looking at me continuously wouldn't change what is on the contract."
"But this…"
Ser. Julius snatched the contract from his butler.
"Careful, Careful. We wouldn't want you to rip it to pieces. I just have one copy with me."
Ser. Julius skimmed his eyes through the contract, and the next thing he threw it at her face.
