Seeing this, a trace of gloom flashed through Jessica's eyes. She glared at Nyla with a half-smile. Nyla reacted and grabbed Andrea's wrist. "You son of bitch. You are in the wrong, but you still want to leave!"
"Nyla," Jessica pretended to frown and advised softly, "she just bumped into me. It's better not to cause trouble. I think it's better to forget it."
A woman from a second-rate family like Nyla was especially useful in this kind of despicable work. With some inciting words from Jessica, this stupid woman immediately acted rashly.
Sure enough, Nyla became even angrier after she heard this. "I am the dignified daughter of the Wiley family. Am I afraid of her?"
When Jessica saw the large patches of red on Andrea's dress, she couldn't help but laugh secretively. She almost could not restrain her smile.