Olga Johnston lunged at her like a madwoman, but Charlotte nimbly dodged, causing Olga to tumble onto the ground. Before she could react, Charlotte grabbed the glass vase by the door and, without a moment's hesitation, smashed it onto Olga's head.
When Olga came to again, she was securely tied to a chair by Charlotte with a belt.
"You whore! Charlotte, you whore!"
Charlotte rubbed her ear nonchalantly. "Is that all you can say? I'm tired of hearing it."
"Moreover," she suddenly leaned in, her voice barely a whisper as she hovered close to Olga. "I've heard those men took good care of Miss Johnston. I'm just curious. If I'm a whore, then what does that make Olga, who has entangled with different men?"
Stung by Charlotte's words, Olga seethed in rage.
"Don't gloat so soon, Charlotte! Even if I die, Lily McKenzie will not let you off. I'll be joyous to have you accompany me on the road to hell."
