Eve Sherman hadn't really interacted with her before, and never expected her to be so annoying. Seeing Skye Sherman frowning without saying a word, she suddenly felt a burst of anger, grabbed Rory Shaw's wrist, and dragged her outside.
"Ah! Let go! Eve Sherman, you're hurting me!"
Rory Shaw, naturally delicate and frail, was dragged like a little dog out into the corridor by Eve Sherman. Both angry and annoyed, she glared at her, "Eve Sherman, you lunatic, you want to hit me, right?!"
Eve Sherman fiercely shook off her hand, coldly staring at her, "I said it two years ago, don't disturb my family again! If you've forgotten, I can help refresh your memory!"
"You!" Rory Shaw used to think she was easy to bully but didn't expect her to be so fierce. She took two steps back, rubbed her reddened wrist, and scoffed arrogantly, "A poor driver's daughter is just rude! No manners!"
"I can be even less mannered."
