"You…" Vivian Linton was at a loss for words.
The color drained from her face, then flooded back. She nearly dropped her act.
"Don't you dare go easy on me, because…" Holly Sinclair looked down, brushing the dust from the hem of her clothes. When she looked up again, a cold glint flashed in her eyes. "I won't be showing you any mercy!"
Vivian Linton was stunned by Holly's gaze.
She instinctively covered her own cheek.
She remembered the scene from a few days ago, when Holly had locked her in the bathroom, bullying and humiliating her.
Even though several days had passed, her cheek seemed to ache faintly at the memory.
In her few confrontations with Holly, she had never come out on top.
Even with Tristan Sterling's favor, she had still received her fair share of slaps from Holly.
At this thought, rage flared in Vivian's heart. She wished she could tear Holly limb from limb.
