She could very well end up back in the Seed District, continuing to be the cheapest Breeding Tool.
So that's why she brought out this information now, for one last gamble.
After all, it couldn't get any worse for her.
"Is that all?" Mandy had run out of patience after listening to the woman, and she looked at her coldly, saying, "Your storytelling skills are pretty good. Don't fabricate stories anymore, especially without any evidence. Your husband is even dead. You might as well claim you're of the Golden Rank, just faded now. You're ridiculously foolish, and it's laughable."
The woman became desperate, "No, ma'am, I really didn't..."
Before she could finish, she was restrained by a servant standing by.
"Today is the Seven Notes·Syllable, and I don't wish to waste any more of my time on you." Mandy ordered the servant, "Take back whatever she shouldn't have and throw her out."
"Yes!"
