The woman in front of her blocked all the man's view from behind. Hannah no longer held back, stood upright. Their heights matched, and Hannah looked directly into her eyes.
A hint of malice leaked out from her eyes.
"We will cooperate." She lightly opened her red lips, her voice as soft as ever.
Tiffany Lynch laughed lightly, full of disdain in her eyes. She leaned close to the girl in front of her, whispering, "Miss Winter and I have some similarities, but what's fake will always be fake. What's not yours, you can't hope to have. Don't you agree?"
After she finished, she silently watched the girl in front of her, trying to see panic or subservience on her face.
Unfortunately, there was none.
Hannah just kept laughing at her, a lazy smile that seemed indifferent, like a bystander watching a catfight, with a trace of ridicule at the corner of her mouth.
She watched as the two stood intimately together, ignoring her as they walked past her.
