"You blame me? I was the one who kindly invited you over. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't even have the right to meet Lord Wu, and now you're blaming me?" Yokoyama Misaki's expression was frosty as she stared daggers at Takizawa Sayon.
The two, once the best of friends, were now like fire and water.
The reason for this was the wound on Takizawa Sayon's face.
Though she had used the best medicine for the wound, it had still left a faint scar, which stood out starkly on her beautiful cheek.
Upon hearing Yokoyama Misaki's words, Takizawa Sayon refused to back down, coldly retorting, "Don't act like you're doing me a favor. For me to be able to stay here, my family has already paid a steep price in concessions and benefits."
"Besides, I don't resent you. I just want a few words alone with Lord Wu after I see him, but you keep getting in my way. What? Are you afraid you can't even compete with me now that my looks are ruined?"
