Serena Summers' smile deepened at the corner of her lips, and she generously waved her hand towards Clara Shaw. "Let's forget it this time. I hope there won't be a next."
The smile on her face deeply agitated Clara Shaw's nerves, and this time, she couldn't hold back anymore.
"Serena Summers, you bitch! What gives you the right to flaunt your superiority in front of me? This is the Shaw Family, what are you, an outsider, so smug about?"
Clara Shaw quickly stepped forward, raising her arm as if to swing it at Serena Summers.
Yet the slap never landed; instead, it was caught by a slender, pale hand.
Standing in front of her, Serena Summers narrowed her bright eyes slightly, revealing a dangerous cold gleam.
"Clara Shaw, have you forgotten the warning I gave you before?"
Serena Summers' glare sent chills creeping up Clara Shaw's spine, making her shudder involuntarily.