Oliver Perez sprawled out in a daze, soaked in wine. His high-end gown now stained with the rich color of wine, his makeup disheveled, oh so shabby and downcast, his face a mix of shock and anger, looked extremely indecent.
"You hit me?!"
The glares from every direction ripped open her proud and vain facade, making her feel even more uncomfortable than being naked.
She even forgot, just a minute ago, she was thinking of tearing the woman in front of her to shreds, trampling on her dignity, and humiliating her severely.
Swapping roles was hard for her to accept.
Yvonne Finley might appear gentle and calm, but she was not a pushover. The thorns she put up could pierce people to the bone.
This woman who kept provoking had to be hit with a fatal blow - that was the most satisfying.
Like this occasion.
Such people, who only talk about their status, reputation, and benefits, fear nothing more than losing face and being gossiped about.