The Lady Nun Vows Revenge novel Chapter 687

Chapter 687

But the moment she finished, Eliza’s cold voice rang out inside the carriage. “Slap her.”

In the next instant, before Sophie could react, Rafe appeared right before her. With a loud bang, he slapped her in the face, brutal and without mere..

It happened so fast.

After being slapped, Sophie clutched her mouth, more shocked than angry.

After she became a sorcerer, her reflexes had far surpassed ordinary people.

Even Matthew, Dylan, or the shadow guards of the Duke’s estate couldn’t match her speed.

That was why Sophie came out fearlessly.

But she hadn’t expected this man in the white fox mask to move so fast that she couldn’t even react.

A chill ran down her spine at that moment.

“Who is this person?” she wondered. ‘Is he the shadow guard around Etiza? No. Her shadow guard usually operates in complete secrecy, yet the person before me now swaggered out openly, taunting with arrogant audacity, nothing like the demeanor of a true shadow guard.

“Eliza Stonor! Even if you are the Holy Lady, how could you have someone slap me at the gates of the Marquis’s estate? I am Lord Celeb’s secondary wife!” Sophie protested indignantly.

“First of all, I need to correct you about something.” Eliza’s voice was cold and regal.

As she drew the carriage curtain aside, Eliza emerged slowly. Then, with Renee supporting her, she stepped down from the carriage.

Standing at the foot of the stairs before the Marquis’s estate, Eliza looked up at Sophie above her, her gaze full of dominance.

Then, she continued, “I have changed my last name to Padilla. My given name is Eliza Padilla now. Remember that, Sophie. Next time, do not address me incorrectly. Oh, but I almost forgot, my apologies. Even as Lord Celeb’s secondary wife, you are not worthy of calling me by name. Do you understand?”

Sophie almost snapped her fan in rage.

She wanted to stay silent, but Eliza had no intention of letting her off.

“If you understand, bow and pay your respects at once. If not, that’s fine. I can always ask the queen to lend me an imperial instructress to come here and give you some proper disciplinary lessons,” Eliza warned, her tone unyielding.

At the mere mention of “disciplinary lessons,” Sophie involuntarily trembled.

The memory of those brutal months locked in the palace for “disciplinary lessons” still haunted her nightmares.

Even after staring death in the face, Sophie couldn’t suppress her instinctive reactions.

It was clear just how terrifying those palace “rules” truly were.

Sophie thought viciously, ‘Fine, since this bitch insists on walking right into my trap today, why should I hold back?

‘I might as well let her in. No matter what she’s come to the Marquis’s estate for, I’ll get my revenge first.

‘After all, I’ve already set up an inescapable net inside the estate. No matter how capable Eliza is, she won’t escape my grasp.