"Ahhhh!! My neck, my hair!! Aurelia Shaw, I won't rest until you pay!"
She pulled out her phone and dialed a number.
A voice full of grievance came through first, "Isabel, that little bitch Aurelia Shaw scratched my neck. I have an audition soon, what should I do?"
At home, Eleanor Spencer had been sulking for two days, her face pale and haggard, dark circles heavy under her eyes. Hearing this, her fingers clenched tightly around the phone, a fierce glint in her eyes, "I told you to deal with her, how did you end up being dealt with by her! What are you even good for!"
Eleanor Spencer had always been gentle with her before, so Eliza Fletcher was stunned by the sudden outburst.
Realizing her slip, Eleanor Spencer took a deep breath, her voice returning to its usual gentleness, "Eliza, what happened with Aurelia Shaw? Did you ruin her face like I asked?"
