616 Skills For An Internet Troll

"Crash!"

The clay teacup in Cary's hands was sent flying towards the floor.

It shattered into several pieces that shot towards some of the maids like dynamite.

She had missed her aim.

The maids quivered and dared not move from their original positions, lest they anger the she-devil before them.

Because if they had moved in attempts to dodge it, then they would surely be killed on the spot.

Cary looked at the shattered pieces below and frowned even more.

Doing things with her left hand was truly a hassle.

She took a deep breath and calmed herself before looking at the maids once more.

"Raise your heads and look at me.

You all are my most trusted maids.

So of course stealing from me will only make me feel betrayed and angry at you.

Why couldn't you have asked me for a bigger salary or something else?

You all are like family to me, so I would've listened to your requests.