Harper Glorian was filled with disdain, her eyes brimming with pride and anger.
The one clearly at fault was Ann Nolan, yet now the tables had turned, and she was the one being accused?
Did she really look like an easy target, ready to be pushed around?
She snorted coldly, leaning against the car, her eyes flashing with fury!
"It was you who were on the phone and rear-ended me, not me intentionally stopping. Get it straight, princess," Ann Nolan said indifferently. "The light turned red, so naturally, I had to stop. Surely you aren't saying you don't understand that?"
"You could've easily accelerated and moved on, but you didn't. You just saw my car behind you and did this on purpose! You were waiting for me to be caught off guard and crash into you, so that you could shift all the responsibility onto me. In the end, it's all my fault, isn't it? Miss Ann Nolan."
