"Of course it's not enough. All of you put together still can't compare to Mino alone," Dora said mercilessly.
Whether in looks or in strength, none of her mates could hold a candle to Mino.
Her words pierced straight into the hearts of the males beside her, their eyes filling with hurt.
True, their strength was indeed inferior to Mino's—but among males, they were still considered outstanding. How many males in the beast world could rival someone like Mino anyway?
What hurt even more was that they believed they had treated Dora well. No matter what she wanted, they indulged her and yielded to her every whim—yet this was how she spoke of them.
The males lowered their heads in silence, the atmosphere heavy and oppressive.
Dora, however, seemed completely oblivious. After venting her anger, she casually tossed aside the vine whip and sat down by the table, her expression dark and gloomy.
