Recalling the earlier scene, Mia Grant's eyes grew cold.
The memories were so vivid they were impossible to forget.
It was one thing to not want a direct confrontation, but now that it had happened, she didn't really care.
'She didn't even care about the male leads, so why would she be afraid of someone like Serena Grant?'
'Aren't those male leads much more difficult to handle than her?'
Their eyes met. Mia didn't look away. Instead, she curled her lips and offered Serena Grant a smile.
The next second, Serena Grant reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. She snatched her bag from the table, shoved aside the person in her way, and strode out without a backward glance.
"Hey? Serena! Serena, where are you going...?" her friend called out, chasing after her.
Mia Grant raised an eyebrow. 'Seriously? She's already mad?'
'I'm not the one bothered by this, but she's already acting all disgusted.'
