They're not even human anymore; those wicked women can cry even more miserably.

Tia's mental state completely collapsed.

She could convince herself to endure being bullied by scoundrels.

But provoked by such words, and subconsciously recalling the young lady's disappointed and cold gaze, his body began to tremble.

She shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes.

He mumbled indistinctly.

"I'm not...I didn't..."

She tried so hard to deny it, and the way she tried to remove the 'pervert' label from herself made her look like a complete loser.

Xia was certain that the arrogant and domineering man wouldn't care that his personal maid was a pervert.

They might even like it more.

But Char knew, while Tia didn't.

Does she dare to bet?

dare not.

Therefore, in this game, Tia was destined to lose everything.

-

Privately, Lilith approached Tia, wanting to learn about Char's recent situation.

After all, her sycophant had entered the Seven Shields Academy so easily, which disrupted her plans.

And for some reason, I just felt like something was off.

However, as soon as she asked the question, Lilith instinctively sensed something was wrong.

Her gaze lingered on Tia, sensing that something was different about her.

Under the young lady's gaze, the scene from today subconsciously flashed through Tia's mind.

Has Char been acting strangely lately?

Of course there are, and the anomalies are quite obvious.

Would he have acted that way towards himself before?

He seems to have become domineering and very masculine?

The scene from before flashed through her mind, and just thinking about it made her blush.

However, Tia was too ashamed to tell the young lady what had happened.

Tia snapped out of her reverie and looked at Lilith, only to find her staring at her intently with a serious expression.

Why are you trembling?

Lilith's eyes were clear as water, yet they also seemed to carry a noble and imposing aura.

She sensed something was amiss and stared intently at Tia's face.

Their eyes met, and Tia saw the stunningly beautiful young lady.

She had a head of brilliant blonde hair and a face so exquisite it was like a painting; she was undeniably beautiful.

She was tall and slender, and her bright red dress was both bold and striking, yet it suited her perfectly.

Her long, straight legs in black stockings, with glimpses of her skin, were captivating.

She was so bright and dazzling, the pinnacle she longed for.

Tia recalled Char's words.

If the young lady finds out...

Tia was conflicted and unconsciously pursed her lips.

But in the end, she still chose to keep it a secret.

“He hasn’t shown any unusual behavior lately; he’s the same as before.”

Tia didn't want to admit that she had been bullied by the small fry.

"Really do not have?"

"No, he's packing his things and dealing with enrollment matters."

Despite feeling guilty and uneasy, Tia ultimately lied to the beloved young lady.

Little did she know, this was the standard beginning of a victim drama.

Of course, the victim was the young lady she admired and longed for the most.

Chapter Eleven: Lilith felt an unprecedented sense of panic.

Lilith continued to stare at Tia's face, a hint of suspicion in her mind.

Tia tried hard to keep herself looking normal.

In reality, my heart was pounding with anxiety.

Lilith nodded, looking thoughtful, as if she had accepted Tia's explanation.

Despite having the endorsement of her most trusted maid, she was still somewhat uneasy.

She planned to meet Xia in person.

She still cares about him very much.

After all, we can't easily lose someone as useful as Char.

However, Lilith missed her.

Looking at the empty house, Lilith realized that she didn't seem to know much about this "tool".

For example, if you can't find him at his house, where should you look for him?

Lilith looked around at the furnishings and made sure the room was empty.

She turned to leave, her hand already gripping the handle, when she suddenly stopped.

Lilith narrowed her eyes slightly, her delicate nose twitched, and she sniffed.

A lingering, delicate fragrance wafted into my nostrils.

The smell seems familiar; I feel like I've smelled it somewhere before.

A gentle, dignified, and intellectual face came to mind.

Lilith, whose sensitivity rivals that of a dog, instantly widened her eyes.

Why does this place smell like a teacher?!

The unease and anxiety in my heart grew stronger.

She recalled the phone call she made to her mentor, who had promised not to let Xia Ya enroll so easily, but there was no obstacle whatsoever.

Coupled with the smell she was catching, a bad feeling crept into Lilith's heart.

Could it be that my partner has been poached?

wrong.

Lilith instinctively denied the thought.

She went through all the relevant information about Char in her mind.

He's just a good-for-nothing with no talent for cultivation. The only redeeming qualities are his slightly better family background and somewhat pleasing appearance. He has absolutely no value in being poached.

Except for... an old cow eating young grass!

A gentle and dignified widow and a spirited and sunny young man.

A series of colorful and erotic images flashed through Lilith's mind, stimulating her eyes.

With her vivid imagination, Lilith quickly filled in the blanks left by her mentor in her fiancé's bed.

Her gaze unconsciously fell on the bed, which was now perfectly smooth.

But Lilith seemed to see the chaos from the struggles she had once endured.

She suddenly snapped back to reality.

Oh no, this is getting exciting.

The confusing illusions vanished, and it was back to the quiet room, filled with a faint fragrance.

What is Char doing right now that Lilith is thinking about?

Xia looked at the beautiful figure in front of him, remaining expressionless, with only a faint smile on his face.

Her purple hair was slightly wavy and tied in a half-bun, with a wisp of hair falling gently by her temples. She had a faint smile on her face and an outstanding temperament.

The pale yellow dress hugged her voluptuous figure. Although it was an ordinary dress, thanks to her full figure, it somehow looked like a tight-fitting garment.

The front of the weapon was bulging and puffed up, as if it was about to burst the decorative buttons.

Her supple waist appeared remarkably slender in contrast to her large breasts. The bodycon skirt, which only reached mid-thigh, paired with gray stockings, was not overly eye-catching, yet exuded a peach-like fragrance.