As if Hannah Winter was in any way comparable to her.
Now that everything was out in the open, Tiffany Lynch no longer wore her previous mask. Although her words were still gentle, they carried cutting sarcasm, "Hannah, have you ever heard of a saying?"
Hannah didn't look at her, but merely responded, "What?"
Tiffany Lynch smiled and whispered: "Trying to draw a tiger but ending up sketching a dog."
She smiled, her chin slightly raised revealing her delicate neck, filled with an air of self-importance. She looked as if she had grown accustomed to feeling superior, her gaze gentle when she looked at people. But if one looked closely, one could see the deceit and mockery in her eyes.
She disdained comparing herself with others, yet she didn't tolerate any challenges either, especially from Hannah Winter.
This was crossing her line.
Seeking to take her place after having benefitted from her.
Isn't that ridiculous?
