Chapter 8 I Want This Room
"It's mine." Linda's heart tightened, and she had a bad feeling.
"I want to see it."
Linda wanted to stop Roslin, but Roslin had taken a step forward and pushed open the door.
The large floor-to-ceiling window showcased the beautiful view outside, while the furnishings in the room were exquisite and luxurious. Even a garbage bin was worth thousands of dollars.
"I want this room."
Linda clenched her hand unconsciously. She knew that Roslin would take away everything from her as soon as Roslin arrived.
"But... this is my room."
Linda liked everything in this room.
"Didn't you say I could choose any rooms here? What's wrong? So you were just being polite." Roslin looked at her calmly.
Linda gritted her teeth. "Roslin, the other rooms are also good. You can choose any of them. I'm used to living in this room."
"Why are you here?"
Lucinda and John walked into the room, noticing the tense atmosphere between the two girls. Lucinda asked with confusion, "What's going on?"
Linda walked up to Lucinda, held her arm intimately, pouted, and said with grievances, "Roslin doesn't like the room we prepared for her, so she wants my room."
Look at the way she talked. Her soft voice always tried to stir up trouble and make others hate Roslin.
Unfortunately, Linda was destined to be disappointed.
Roslin didn't care if John and Lucinda would dislike her or feel uncomfortable. What mattered to her was simple. She wanted to make Linda feel sad and wronged.
Lucinda furrowed her brows slightly. "Rosy, this is Linda's room. You can choose any other room you like."
"Is this really my home?" Roslin asked.
"Absolutely."
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