Counterattack of the Result 4

No matter what, she was now the noble Lady of the Group, she couldn't just jump into the pit that Victoria Garcia had dug for her and let her take control. She had to calm down, calm down...

Coffee dripped from her hair onto her cheeks, and flowed onto her neck...

Luckily, the dress she wore today was black. Although it was a mess, after wiping it with tissues, it at least looked fine from a distance.

After straightening herself up, Clara Brown held back her anger and gritted her teeth, asking Victoria word by word, "What do you want?"

"Exchange the video in my hand for the one in your hand about my mother."

Clara thought she heard it wrong and asked again, "Is that your only request?"

"What else do you think?"

For the first time, Victoria's gaze revealed a mocking expression.

"But how can you be sure that what I receive is all the videos in your hand? And who else has this video besides you?" Clara asked nervously.