Having fallen before, Moon Broadley now had a lingering fear in her heart.
She never thought that Joanna Lawrence seemed so easy to bully, but her fighting strength turned out to be so strong.
Moon's hand hesitated in mid-air when she looked into Joanna's cold eyes, and a trace of fear grew in her heart.
Instinctively, she wanted to step back.
But she thought of the many people watching her, clenched her teeth and angrily cursed, "Bitch!"
Then, she tried to slap Joanna's face.
How could Joanna let her hit her? Before Moon's slap could land, she caught it in mid-air.
"Ah, it hurts, bitch, let go!" The moment her wrist was caught, Moon's face twisted in pain. She struggled, trying to break free.
Joanna was very strong.
Even a man couldn't beat her in arm wrestling.
Let alone a pampered Moon Broadley.
With just a little effort, Moon's face turned red from pain, and she screamed without caring about her image, "Joanna, bitch, let me go! I'll fight you to the end!"