She had already made her decision about how to handle this situation. She wasn't going to just passively suffer as a servant, allowing herself to be beaten or worse without fighting back.
She'd already planned it out: If this old man dared to make a direct move on her, she would break his manhood for life, making absolutely certain he would never be able to assault anyone ever again.
She'd done worse things in previous missions. One more "accident" wouldn't trouble her conscience at all.
But who would have thought that the crazy Maya would literally escalate the situation and make everything even more complicated and dangerous?
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''[The Night Attack]''
It was late at night. Heena had just finished all her evening work—cooking dinner, serving the family, cleaning the kitchen, washing all the dishes that Maya had deliberately multiplied again, and putting everything away properly.
She was exhausted, sweaty, and smelled like cooking oil and smoke.
