Chapter 83

Stella McCartney's POV

She behaves as if she owns the world, I am not done with her. By the time I deal with her, she will learn to obey me.

With smiles rapidly brushing through my face, I go to my wardrobe to pick up some dresses that would actually suffice as something to be reckoned with, but no one would know I am the one.

After putting on what's right, I highlighted from my room and locked my door. I walked up to a guard.

The guard didn't do anything other than to stare at me to see what I wanted to do. I guess he doesn't recognise me anymore.

I am more than happy at the moment, because I don't know I can do that within a giffy. Without wasting time I approached.

"Good morning, sir," I greeted with respect.

"What do you want?" He asked.

"I want to ask if there is any black market usually held at night in this pack?" I said.

"Mam!" He fell to his knees.

I shuddered with surprise. I didn't know my cover would be blown th