“What do you think I should know?” Cynthia asked, a half–smile on her lips as she looked at Shirley.

Shirley felt uneasy inside, but her expression remained fierce. She despised Cynthia’s calm demeanor, as if she were inherently superior.

“Cynthia, right now, you’re just a dog we took in. You’d better understand your position. If a dog dares to bite its owner, it will definitely end up miserable.” Shirley’s voice dripped with warning and threat.

She wanted ...