Sienna Johnson was fuming. Selena Robertson's repeated obstruction of her escape had angered her. She picked up a rose-filled vase from the table and smashed it to the ground. CRACK! Everything went quiet.
Sienna's cold gaze fell on Selena, her tone unfriendly. "Selena Robertson, have you forgotten who saved you? Do you think it was Sixth Master?"
"It was you." Of course, it wasn't Sixth Master. Sixth Master wasn't a good person; if Sienna hadn't insisted on saving her, Sixth Master would have discarded her long ago.
"Since you know I saved you, and you don't even think of repaying my life-saving kindness, yet you still obstruct my escape—what is this? Are you repaying kindness with enmity?" Sienna's words grew severe.
Sienna looked at Selena, whose eyes had reddened, and sneered, "Or do you think Sixth Master is more capable than I am? That if you cling to him, you can live a carefree life?"