The Strongest Ordained One

CHAPTER EIGHTY SIX

Tracy stood at the doorway of her family mansion, she was dressed in a leather skirt and pair of boots that reached up to her mid thighs. Not only was she scantily dressed but she didn't look so sober either.

"Is this a way of showing us that you're rebellious? Because we still don't get your message," her mother, Grace said to her angrily.

Sylvester Caden was also in the large living room and he didn't look happy either. Tracy ignored both of them and made her way to the staircase, heading to her room. "One more step and you will be stripped of everything you own, I dare you," Sylvester spoke in such a cold voice that Tracy stopped at the landing of the staircase and turned to face her parents. "What do you want from me, father?" She asked in an equally stoic tone. Sylvester snorted and Grace gasped. She'd never heard her daughter sound so impolite and she chastised her immediately, "What's wrong with you? That's no way to talk to your father," she snapped.

Tracy rolled her