Lord Of Succubi:Transmigrated As A Dual Cultivator In Isekai Of Magic

Chapter 275 275 You Shameless Old Woman

"Look at this!" Selina exclaimed, her voice triumphant and challenging. She held the sword aloft, her eyes locked onto Monica, a defiant glint in her gaze. "This was a gift from Ni Yang himself. He's chosen me, and there's nothing you can do about it!"

Monica couldn't deny the symbolism and power of the sword, and her discomfort was apparent. She had achieved her goal of becoming Ni Yang's woman, but in the face of Selina's taunts, she couldn't help but feel a pang of envy.

Monica's facade of calm cracked, and a flicker of anger flashed across her face. She knew she was no match for Selina's power, and deep down, she recognized that Selina was deliberately pushing her buttons. 

Her restraint was remarkable as she held her emotions in check, unwilling to give Selina the satisfaction of seeing her truly angry.

In the midst of Selina's relentless taunting, Monica's resolve wavered. Her voice, though steady, carried a hint of irritation. "Selina, we don't have time for this. Our focus should be on the plan, not on our personal grievances." she sneered at her.

Selina, unrelenting, continued to needle her. "Oh, now you're concerned about time? Or are you just worried that you won't have enough time with Ni Yang because I'm in the picture?"

Monica's lips tightened as she fought to maintain her composure. She understood that the success of their intricate plan hinged on indulging in a heated argument with Selina. Despite her internal turmoil, she knew that she had to play her part convincingly.

Summoning her resolve, Monica took a deep breath and decided to intensify the argument. She couldn't afford to let Selina's provocations go unanswered. "Selina, you're so blinded by your own desires that you can't see the bigger picture. We need to make this plan work."

Selina's eyes flared with anger, and she countered with fervor. "Oh, the bigger picture? Like how you're using this whole scheme to get closer to Ni Yang? You're the one who's blinded, Monica."

Their voices clashed in the room, and the tension between them crackled like electricity. The other family members were now coming to join the fight against Selina and the argument escalated.

Monica's frustration simmered just below the surface, concealed behind the mask of her role. She had to be careful not to let her emotions show, even as Selina's biting words pierced through her like a dagger. 

With unwavering determination, she continued to push forward, her tone resolute, fully committed to maintaining the façade they had meticulously crafted for their intricate plan. "This plan is our only chance to protect the Russells. I won't let you jeopardize it just because you're jealous."

Selina's retort was swift, her anger fueling the performance. "Jealous? You have no idea what I'm capable of, Monica." Her voice carried a mocking tone, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to separate her genuine frustration from the act they were putting on.

Their heated exchange carried on, each word pulling them deeper into the argument they had orchestrated. The room felt like a pressure cooker, the tension mounting with each passing moment. 

The onlookers watched with bated breath, their emotions running high as they bore witness to the intense confrontation.

Monica's eyes betrayed her, revealing a hint of anger in response to Selina's relentless provocations. It was a testament to her growing frustration and the mounting challenge of keeping up the charade. 

While in a real confrontation, she wouldn't stand a chance against Selina's formidable magical abilities, Monica understood the pivotal role she played in the success of their elaborate ruse. 

Madeline, Monica's stepmother, believed that the heated argument was all part of the act. She was oblivious to the deep-seated personal vendetta between the two women and thought they were merely following the script they had devised. 

As the tension continued to escalate, she decided to intervene, mistakenly believing she was coming to Monica's defense.

With conviction, Madeline stepped forward, aiming to maintain the illusion that they were indeed putting on a show. 

Her voice dripped with disdain as she berated Selina, believing she was playing her part. "Selina, you shameless old woman! Can't you see that Monica is right? Why are you arguing with a child over a man?"

Monica felt a surge of gratitude for her stepmother's intervention, even though it had to be concealed behind her act. 

She knew that their performance had to be flawless, and Madeline's support would strengthen the illusion they were creating. "Thank you, Madeline," she said, feigning gratitude, "I don't understand her obsession."

Selina, burning with fury and unwilling to back down, shot a withering glare at Madeline. "Stay out of this, Madeline. This is none of your business."

Madeline, undeterred by Selina's hostility, remained committed to her role. "It is my business when you threaten to ruin my daughter. You should be ashamed of yourself for causing such a scene."

Selina, a seething tempest of anger and resentment, struggled to contain the inferno that raged within her. Her gaze remained locked onto Monica, the embodiment of her pent-up emotions, the tension in the room growing heavier with each passing second. 

Her eyes bore into Monica's, and the silent promise of vengeance hung in the air like a heavy, foreboding storm cloud.

Monica, keenly aware of the depth of Selina's fury, held her ground, her expression unwavering. Her voice, laced with determination, cut through the charged atmosphere. "We can't let personal matters disrupt our mission," she declared, the edge in her tone mirroring the intensity of the situation. 

Selina gripped her Ice Dragon Sword tightly, its icy blade glinting in the dim light. Her anger boiled inside, a raging tempest that refused to be tamed.

"You think you can hide behind your role, Monica?" Selina snapped. "I see through your lies. Your sweet act won't fool me."

Monica narrowed her eyes but said nothing, her posture tense.

Madeline stepped between them, hands raised. "Please, let's talk this out..."

"Stay out of this!" Selina shoved Madeline aside, her fury unchecked. She thrust her sword towards Monica. "I know your true intentions. You won't keep using the mission for your schemes."

Panicking, Madeline summoned her magic. An illusory mist swirled around the room, obscuring everything from view. Selina stumbled, temporarily blinded. She slashed her sword wildly but hit only smoke.

"Your tricks won't save her, Madeline!" Selina yelled in frustration. She reached out with her senses, trying to pierce the disorienting fog.

Somewhere in the mist, Monica lurked. Selina pictured her smug smile and this made her blood boil.

Blindly, Selina slashed her sword in Monica's direction, the icy blade slicing through the illusory mist. Though momentarily lost in Madeline's bewildering mirage, Selina's frustration only grew. 

She channeled her rage into each swing, determined to unveil the truth. "I won't fall for your deceptions, Monica," she called out. "You can't hide behind these games."

Within the swirling illusion, Selina momentarily lost sight of Monica, her sword strokes hitting only smoke. 

Gripping the Ice Dragon Sword, she channeled all her simmering anger into each swing. Her unwavering gaze pierced through the haze, seeking her target.

The blade whistled as it sliced through the empty air. The air seemed to hold its breath, anticipating the imminent clash of steel on steel that never came.