"Don't want it?" Gia Miller sneered, then consumed the packet of powder herself.
'She hadn't wanted this kind of "happiness" back then either...'
'She didn't want it, but she was forced to take it. Once she got hooked, she could never quit.'
Looking at the woman before her, Eleanor Bishop felt an even deeper fear than when she had faced Jason Lockwood.
Gia Miller's expression was slightly menacing as she smiled and asked, "Miss Bishop, do you really not recognize me?"
"I-I don't know you..." 'How could I possibly know such a terrifying woman?'
Seeing how frightened Eleanor Bishop was, Gia Miller's lips curled into a sarcastic smirk. "Miss Bishop, you have a truly terrible memory."
"I really don't know you. Who are you?"
Gia Miller shook her head and sighed, her eyes filled with derision. "Alas, I suppose that makes sense. How could a high-society lady like Miss Bishop ever know a woman like me."
