Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 239

Miranda thought to herself: *If Stella actually loses her mind and starts swinging, there's no way I can stop her!*

But, seeing as it was her own daughter, she cautiously followed them up the stairs anyway.

Stella walked directly into Chloe's bedroom and made a beeline for the vanity.

She picked up various expensive creams and serums, inspecting them before tossing them back down.

Finally, tucked in the corner of an acrylic organizer, she found a small, unmarked glass bottle.

She popped the cap and took a quick sniff. It was the exact same sickeningly sweet aroma from yesterday.

Chloe lunged forward and snatched the bottle out of her hand. "Don't touch my things!"

This was her absolute favorite fragrance, completely unavailable on the open market. There was no way she was letting Stella take it!

Stella wiped her hands in disgust. "Keep your morbid little trinket. Just tell me where you got it."

She wasn't exaggerating—the thing literally had dead people in it.

Chloe clutched the bottle tightly to her chest. "Morbid? You really are just an uncultured idiot. This is a top-tier, elite luxury fragrance. Don't think just because you married Julius Blackwood you can buy whatever you want. This is priceless."

"Then who sold it to you? Just give me a name. Don't worry about whether I can afford it or not."

Chloe lifted her chin arrogantly. "See? I knew you were jealous of it. You were just pretending to be disgusted. I'll have you know, even if I told you, you couldn't get it. You're just a country nobody; what do you know about high-end perfumery?"

"Are you going to answer the question, or do I need to pry it out of your hands?" Stella took a menacing step forward, raising her hand.

Chloe practically threw herself backward, hiding the bottle behind her back. "Are you a psycho? Why do you always try to steal my stuff?"

Chloe let out a breath of relief, ready to gloat, but the smirk froze on her face. Her entire left arm had gone completely, terrifyingly numb.

Panic set in. "What... what did you just do to me?"

She turned to her mother, eyes wide with terror. "Mom! Help me! I can't move my arm!"

Stella had just slapped her shoulder, and now her arm was paralyzed. It had to be her doing!

Hearing this, Miranda practically shrieked. "Stella! How could you be so vicious to your own sister? What did you do to her?!"

She had seen Stella tap her shoulder. There was no one else in the room who could have caused it.

Stella casually crossed her arms, completely unbothered. "I did it. What are you going to do about it?"