"Oh my!" Violet Hargrove fell flat on her face, "Eva Nightingale, you bitch, how dare you push me and make me fall!"
"Heh." Eva Nightingale smirked, "I didn't push you, it was you who walked carelessly and tripped over my foot and fell..."
Why should Eva Nightingale constantly yield to them?
Right? Now, should I go up and slap Violet Hargrove twice?
Alright, alright!
Just give her two big slaps?
Forget it, let it go, let it go. I'm pregnant, can't get angry, and besides, Violet Hargrove's face is packed with who knows how many pounds of powder. If I slap her, it'll probably knock off a few layers of powder... dirtying my hands.
"Mrs. Gu, if you provoke me again, don't blame me for being rude?" Eva Nightingale smiled wickedly, "Your bag is full of birth control pills, haven't you been sneaking around with men outside?"
"..." Violet Hargrove was so angry her face turned green.
The heels she wore were too high.
