Vivian Morgan glanced at her casually, "I told you, I never intended to tell anyone. Can you move aside?"
She's not a saint. Even if she noticed Emma Thompson's breakdown at the moment, she wouldn't say anything. After all, this woman isn't a good person. The increasingly dark aura around her made it obvious.
She planned to walk past Emma Thompson, but unexpectedly, Emma grabbed her, "You stop right there!!!"
Her voice was hoarse, showing how distressed Emma Thompson was.
She was on the verge of collapse, "Vivian Morgan, when are you planning to spill it? Huh? Are you planning to ruin me on the day of my competition?"
Vivian Morgan rubbed her forearm, her eyes sharp and her voice slightly cold, "Emma Thompson, don't think I'm afraid to deal with you!"
"You get it!"
Vivian smiled slightly, her voice calm but extremely cold and sarcastic,
