"If I were you, I'd steer clear of Balfour. Mara, that lunatic, could kill her own flesh and blood without batting an eye. What do you think she'd do to you? Don’t be fooled by her playing the role of the doting sister now. She's got plans, and they’re not the kind you want to be a part of," Clara said with a sneer.
Ivy cleared her throat, her voice laced with a hint of skepticism. "Is this about her? Are you in cahoots with Mara, plotting against me? How else could you come up with such a detailed scheme all by yourself?"
Clara's laugh was theatrical, her hand dramatically covering her mouth. "Oh dear, looks like you've caught on. But what are you going to do about it, hum? Yes, I've teamed up with that vile woman. We're strangers, but we share a common enemy - you!
You've stolen my life and her man. There's no one in this world more despicable than you, Ivy. We both want you to pay dearly. I'll make sure you learn what it means to cross me."
"Have you lost your mind, too?" Ivy chided, her tone almost pleading. "If Mara's so willing to work with you, why isn't she here herself? Why send you? Don't you see she's just using you to get rid of me?"
Ivy tried to reason with her, to awaken some sense of clarity, not to trust Mara, the malicious woman capable of fratricide.
Clara seemed to have a short circuit in her brain to even consider partnering with such a person.
"Don't flatter yourself thinking you're the only smart one around," Clara snapped back. "So what if she killed her sister? Besides, you’re clueless, Ivy. I don't care about making a comeback or acting again. I just want to destroy you, to make you feel the agony I've endured!
I want you to beg for mercy, to crave death and not find it. Hahaha, I'll relish watching you lose everything!"
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