Sarah's cold, harsh aura made Jenny cower. She instinctively recalled how Sarah had beaten her badly last time, her voice stuttering as she spoke, "Sarah, what do you want? Do you want to hit me again?"
Sarah's narrow eyes narrowed further, filled with disdain and mockery. "Hitting someone like you would only dirty my hands."
"You!" Jenny gritted her teeth, seething.
'This damned b***h, why isn't she dead yet?'
Her expression shifted, a cold smile twisting her lips. "You're not even divorced yet, and you're already hooking up with other men, again and again. No wonder Hugo doesn't like you!"
The words were like an invisible needle, piercing Sarah's heart. She no longer felt emotional fluctuations because of Hugo, but the memory of her three years of foolish devotion stung. Even a ston
