Lyle's eyes fixed sharply on Mia, his tone icy as he asked, "Are you talking to us?"
Mia stormed over in her high heels and spat back, "I'm talking to the b***h next to you. And you, you stupid loser, don't get to speak!"
Her patience crumbled when she saw the man who had hurt her family standing so close. She found it hard to stay calm.
Yvette's face darkened. She hadn't expected Mia to work as a manager at Gucci. She stood protectively before Lyle. "Mia, watch your mouth."
"What? Do you want to hit me?" Mia taunted as she leaned her face close to Yvette. "Do you still see yourself as the noble princess of the Hale family? What a joke! Go on, Yvette, slap me!"
Yvette used to be her classmate. Yvette was the girl of all boys' dreams, as noble as a princess. But Mia was just an ugly du
