The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 113: Maya Miller’s Plot

As soon as the words were spoken, Corbin Crowley’s silver eyes immediately froze, and his originally violent aura was suddenly suppressed.

His brows furrowed tightly, enough to squash a fly, and he said coldly, "Dare you cancel it?"

Luna Sutton raised an eyebrow, responding defiantly, "You think I won’t dare?"

Corbin Crowley’s face suddenly turned as black as the bottom of a pot, his lips pressed into a straight line, clearly trying to hold back his anger.

But thinking of the irresistible delicious food, he swallowed his anger forcefully, snorting coldly, "Consider yourself ruthless."

She couldn’t deny these words; after struggling through the apocalypse, being ruthless was a necessity for survival.

If that wretched man made a fuss every time, how could she complete her future tasks?

Of course, one should exploit weaknesses.

Rhys Blackwood watched this scene, a barely noticeable smile flashing across his stern face.

He spoke indifferently, "Shall we continue?"

She hadn’t had time to nod when Kian Sterling already approached with a smile, his fox-like eyes bent into crescents, "Cynthia, don’t forget about me~ I’ve been waiting for ages."

Luna Sutton: "..."

This old fox really is relentless, always seizing the chance to draw close to her.

She decisively ignored him, placing her hand on Rhys Blackwood’s shoulder and starting to dance together.

Kian Sterling was left aside, his fox-like eyes slightly narrowed, yet he wasn’t angry—instead, he smiled even more meaningfully, "Tsk, seems I’m still not attractive enough."

Corbin Crowley stood nearby, his silver eyes coldly fixed on the two dancing in the center, his fists making a cracking sound from clenching.

But remembering Luna Sutton’s threat, he could only suppress his anger, snorting coldly, and turned to leave.

Lyle Sutton sat on the high platform, watching his daughter being contested by several top Beast Husbands, grinned from ear to ear, his expression pleased.

Finally, Luna was grown up and had become insightful, knowing how to get along with several Beast Husbands, their relationships seemingly improving.

As her old father, he could finally rest easy.

Mason Sutton watched Luna Sutton on the dance floor with a complex gaze, always feeling his sister had become unfathomable, completely like a different person compared to before.

Even beginning to wonder whether this female was indeed his sister.

The change was exceedingly drastic.

On the other side, Mia’s face had turned so dark it could drip ink; she stared fixedly at Luna Sutton, her eyes full of jealousy and hatred.

This vile female, truly deserves death—I must ensure she dies a humiliating death.

Maya Miller stood in the distant crowd, watching her sister Mia’s envious demeanor, a cold smile curved her lips.

This proud, obstinate sister had always resented other females for being prettier or more popular than her, now her heart must be suffering.

Secretly calculating how to fan the flames, pushing Mia to lose control completely.

Suddenly inspired, her eyes turned cold; she discreetly tossed away a fruit peel she had half-eaten into the dance floor.

It was only a few steps away from where Luna Sutton was dancing, just a spin would take one there.

In the dim light of night, though there were torches, it remained dark, coupled with everyone’s attention being on Luna Sutton and Rhys Blackwood dancing together, no one noticed.

On the dance floor, Luna Sutton didn’t notice this plot, busily handling Rhys Blackwood’s "dance steps."

Rhys Blackwood’s dance style was indeed gentler than Corbin Crowley’s, but those cold eyes were forever fixed on her, as if scrutinizing something.

She felt uneasy and couldn’t help but ask, "Can you stop staring at me like that? There aren’t flowers growing on my face."

Rhys Blackwood spoke indifferently, "You’ve changed a lot recently."

She felt a pang of unease, hoping he hadn’t seen through anything, outwardly feigning calmness, "People change, you know, can’t always be the annoying self of the past."

Rhys Blackwood’s gaze flickered, his voice still as cold, "The old you was undoubtedly annoying."

Luna Sutton: "..."

This damned straight male syndrome, is that even how you talk? Can you spare me some dignity?

At that moment, the system alarm sounded in her mind, "Warning! Danger detected, host, please watch your step!"

Luna Sutton was dancing with Rhys Blackwood, suddenly hearing the system, her steps paused, and she looked down, discovering a piece of fruit peel on the ground she hadn’t noticed.

Her brows furrowed, alert within, "Who’s so despicable to throw fruit peel in a place like this?"

"It’s Maya Miller who tossed it, she wants to frame Mia, and then stoke the flames of conflict between you."

The system didn’t hide anything, speaking truthfully.

Luna Sutton’s eyes flashed with coldness. Since Maya Miller wanted to stir trouble, she would play along.

She deliberately pretended not to see the fruit peel, continuing to dance with Rhys Blackwood.

Her steps discreetly adjusted, feigning a stumble, her body suddenly leaning forward.

Rhys Blackwood was quick-eyed and deft, immediately reaching to steady her waist, speaking coldly, "Watch out."

She seized the opportunity to regain balance, feigning panic as she looked down, exclaiming, "Oh dear, how did fruit peel get here? Who’s so careless?"

Her voice was neither soft nor loud, just enough for the surrounding people to hear.

The crowd followed her gaze, indeed spotting a half-eaten fruit peel on the ground.

Clearly, it was Golden Fruit.

The scene instantly quieted; everyone focused their attention on the fruit peel.

Thinking about who had been eating Golden Fruit earlier?

Luna Sutton feigned innocence, blinking with apparent grievance, "I was dancing with Rhys Blackwood. A careless step would surely lead to a fall, thankfully Rhys reacted swiftly."

As soon as she spoke these words, the people around started buzzing with discussion.

"Who’s so wicked to throw fruit peel in a place like this?"

"Exactly, this is a bonfire party, where everyone gathers to dance; if someone accidentally steps on it, they’d tumble and be publicly embarrassed."

"Could it be intentional?"

...

Maya Miller’s face subtly changed, secretly calling it bad.

She hadn’t expected this freak to notice so quickly and deliberately draw everyone’s attention to the fruit peel.

Just as she was about to sneak away, Luna Sutton spotted her keenly, exclaiming with feigned surprise, "Oh, Maya dear, where’s your fruit? I recall you were gnawing on Golden Fruit—couldn’t you have carelessly thrown the peel here?"

Maya Miller froze on the spot, her face alternating between blue and white, stammering, "I... I didn’t..."

Luna Sutton smiled warmly at her, her tone gentle yet pressing, "Maya dear, don’t be nervous. Big Sis is just asking—if you threw it unintentionally, it’s okay, just be careful next time."

Maya Miller felt uncomfortable under her gaze, wanting desperately to deny it.

But this freak had directly pointed out she was eating Golden Fruit—denying it would likely be in vain; she could only force a smile, "It... it was careless of me, sorry..."

As soon as she finished, the surrounding Beastmen and females cast disdainful looks, with discussions growing louder.

"Turns out it was her who threw it, didn’t expect her to be this kind of person."

"Yes, how can someone throw fruit peel at such an event, her intentions are too vile."

"Indeed, not as pretty as her sister Mia, and with bad intentions too."

...

Maya Miller, criticized by everyone, blushed bright red, feeling furious, yet helplessly she left with her head bowed.

Wolf Fang frowned at the scene, never expecting Maya to do such a thing.

Like her sister, neither was much better.

Not even as beautiful and alluring as her sister.

Lyle Sutton stood on the high platform, observing the scene fully, his brows furrowing slightly, his impression of Maya Miller dropping tremendously.

He had initially considered Maya Miller a sensible and well-behaved child, but hadn’t expected such unruliness.

Then he looked at everyone present, his voice loud as he announced, "Tonight’s bonfire party is over! Everyone go back for a good rest; tomorrow at Noon, the tribe will hold a sacrificial ceremony; everyone must be here on time!"