Olivia did not look back even once. Her steps remained steady until her figure vanished behind the corridor doors of the estate.
The moment Olivia disappeared from sight, Delia's face, which had been flushed red from holding back her rage, suddenly twisted into a deeply terrifying smile.
The burning hatred in her chest could no longer be contained. Every time she looked at Olivia's face, she felt challenged. Her newly acquired ego and status as the Duke's guest seemed to have absolutely no effect on that maid.
"You challenge me, Olivia... you think you are safe just because you have that knight?" Delia whispered to herself.
She turned toward the back garden gate that connected the Duke's estate to the outside world.
Delia slipped her hand into the pocket of her gown, pulling out a gleaming gold coin a coin she had previously obtained through the courtesy of Duke Herold.
