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Leon Peterson couldn't help but hold his nose and shouted, "Isla Sutton, what is that smell on you? It's awful!"
Harry Ross chimed in, "Yeah, where's that smell coming from? The hygiene is so terrible, how could this happen!"
Isla Sutton's expression instantly froze.
Indeed, she had also smelled the odor.
She lowered her head to smell herself, and it was unbearably foul.
"Ayla, what did you do to me? Why do I smell so bad?"
Ivy River feigned surprise, "I'm treating you. You smell because of the toxins you've accumulated over time. If you don't want to stink, stop asking me to treat you."
She was never one to forgive and forget.
It wasn't that she wouldn't retaliate; it was just a matter of timing.
Now that she had a chance to punish Isla Sutton, she would never pass it up.
In fact, these toxins could have been managed with medication, but she wanted Isla to make a fool of herself!
Even now, it barely eased her long-standing grudge!
"You! You!"