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"Good." The woman's tone was ice-cold. "You may leave — and do not let a mistake like this happen again. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Niangniang," the maid stammered, bowing deeply before slipping out of the room.
After the footsteps faded, the woman waited until the last echo died away. Only then did she move — deliberate, slow. At the bedside, she reached beneath the mattress and drew out a small voodoo doll.
Pins glittered in its seams, and a single name had been stitched across its chest in hurried, ugly thread. Mei Liang.
A malicious smile curled the woman's lips. "You really think you can steal him from me?" she whispered, her voice low and dripping with venom. She stabbed the pin into the doll with practiced precision, as if every thrust pierced Mei Liang herself.
