Naomi Kenway closed in, the sharp glint and malice in her eyes barely contained. Her beautiful eyes held nothing but naked disgust:
"When we were little, you snatched my favorite doll and cut it to pieces. You made me take the fall for you countless times. Once we grew up, you stole my performance opportunities and even my boyfriend…"
Watching Jeanette Kensington's expression falter, Naomi Kenway chuckled and tilted her head with amusement. "And that's not even the half of it…" Her tone shifted, turning ice-cold. "So, how dare you say any of that with a straight face?"
Jeanette Kensington blinked, looking at Naomi Kenway. "Nicole, has someone been a bad influence on you? You were always rebellious, but you've never spoken to me like this before…"
"Yeah. My only regret is that it took me over twenty years to finally be able to tell you off like this."
