"Miss Ferguson, who do you think you are, that I have to be respectful of everything you say to me?" Carolline sneered. The last time, she didn't refute what she said because she didn't give her a chance, and she was too lazy to chase after her.
"Carolline, you're looking for death—" Matilda was so angry that her facial features twisted, raising her hand, wanting to slap Carolline.
Carolline reached out her hand and forcefully grabbed Matilda's arm. Carolline was different from other women; she dared to fight with men, even if she wasn't as strong as them, but that didn't mean she was weaker than women.
Moreover, Matilda was a dancer, and while she was very flexible, she was ultimately a delicate woman.
