From Slave To Queen (by Karyn Anderson) novel Chapter 213

Chapter 213

Athena turned in surprise to see a dashing woman leaning against a pittar. She had her arms crossed an

Naturally, the object of her tonen was

The woman

in stood alone, wearing an

ng an arrogant look, as a chewed a piece of straw between her teeth.

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Seemingly quite pleased with her handwerk, the provocatively tilted her chin at Willow and sneered, “Pight, Miss Monon?”

Willow felt as if she’d been stripped naked, her face burning crimson with shame.

At this moment, she wished the ground would just swallow her whole.

That single address of “Miss Monson” utterly mortified her

so wasn’t related to the Monson family by blood, as she was only their adopted daughter. The real Miss Monson was Athena.

Willow’s tears streamed down her cheeks, and this time, they were undeniably real

Willow wanted to step forward to confront her, but another noble lady grabbed her wrist tightly and shook her head urgently. The lady advised. “Willow

don’t argue with her. She’s an infamous wild card, and her father is Alfred Beren from the Ministry of Finance.”

The last three words were b

chillingly d distinct.

were barely more than a whisper, yet each syllable was ch

Willow’s eyes widened instantly, her gaze at the woman now filled with terror.

Alfred had a dreadful reputation in court, and all loathed him,

Yet when it came to his daughter, he was a total pushover, a true softie.

If his precious daughter were ever wronged, Allied would camp outside the offender’s door and relentlessly reprimand them for days

Willow prided herself on her noble standing, and she couldn’t stoop to arguing with a woman like that.

she’d never wi

As such, all she could do was bite her tongue and swallow her indignation.

Natasha Beren seemed utterly unfazed by the crowd’s stares, wearing a taunting grin. She asked, “What’s this? Cat got your tongues?”

She stood there slouched, her words dripping with aggression. The mere sight scared all the onlookers, so what noble lady would ever want to talk to

her?

To them, she was like the plague, and they couldn’t wait to get as far away from her as possible.

Even Janice knitted her brows and tugged at Athena’s sleeve. “Let’s go sit by the pavilion,” she whispered.

Seating areas were arranged around the grounds for the noble ladies to socialize over coffee.

Athena’s eyes sparkled with peculiar interest as she gazed at Natasha, Turning to the others, she said, “You all go ahead. I have some words to exchange with her.”

Janice looked startled, unable to fathom why Athena would have anything to say to a woman like that.

Yet she couldn’t sway Athena’s mind, so she simply gestured to the others and said, “Let’s go ahead, everyone.”

The group of noble ladies then followed Janice’s head and departed

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Chapter 213

“Why the hell are you such a pushover? Getting bullied and not even lighting back?” Natasha strode up to Athena, glaring at her with open feititinit si she spoke.

Towering hall a head above Athens, and with her unmistakably masculine demeder, anyone imfamiliar with her would easily mista

Athena smiled at her and said, “You haven’t changed a bit since we were kids!

When they were young, Athens and Natasha had played together during her maternal grandfather’s birthday celebration,

Alfred had brought Natasha along to offer his respects on that special occasion,

At that time. Athens had received a muskmelon from her grandfather and the had eagerly offered it to Michael only to be coldly brushed off

Michael knocked the muskmelon to the ground, leading Athena heartbroken as tears streamed down her faces

Natasha spat out the straw and gave her a rogue’s grin, saying, “Wah, the nomadic life is still the best. Ever since I got back, nothing feels right of my old man hadn’t dragged me to that gala dinner, I wouldn’t have bothered showing up”

At this point, she looked earnestly at Athena and added, “There were just too many people at the last palace banquet. So, I didn’t recognize you night

Without a word, she stepped forward and cupped Athena’s face in both hands, turning it side to side with exaggerated scrutiny before remarking. They say a girl changes beyond recognition as she grows up. How true is that if that little bitch hadn’t called your name, I might not have recognized you at

Athena’s face was squished out of shape between Natasha’s hands, her little mouth puckered up like a hamster caught stealing food.

“Yeah, you’re uglier than before,” Natasha said with complete seriousness. “You used to have such a real, carefree smile. But now, whenever you smile, it just feels like you’re wearing a mask.”

Natasha was being her usual blunt self, but Athena didn’t mind. She simply said, “No one stays the same as when they were a kid. People change”

“Damn right! Is Michael going to marry Willow? That’s just insane,” Natasha looked at Athena with exasperation and asked. “How could you let someone else take what’s yours?”

Natasha’s eyes lit up and she grinned, “Now that’s more like it.”

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared in Natasha’s line of sight and it was Michael himselt

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