Summer reassured a few words and had someone apply some anti-swelling ointment on Chloe Landry.
Tourists saw there was drama to watch and gathered around spontaneously.
A gust of autumn wind blew by, causing maple leaves to rustle and fall. One landed near Maeve Lane's hair, which she took off, with a slight curve to her red lips, playing with it in her hand.
So nonchalant, yet still showing no sign of admitting fault. Clearly just a spoiled heiress who fears nothing.
She frowned slightly but spoke quite politely, "Lane, do you have anything to explain?"
"Since you've deemed it my fault, then explaining or not explaining is unnecessary."
"I didn't."
"Really?" Maeve Lane's gaze was sharp, looking directly into the depths of her eyes, "Then I have only one thing to say: I don't offend people unless provoked, but if provoked, I will repay tenfold."
This arrogant tone was nailed perfectly.
