"Why should it be you? It should be me. I joined Miss Winter's fan club earlier than all of you!"
The men began to argue chaotically.
Hannah swept her gaze over the crowd, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle, and had no intention of stopping it.
May Hoffman couldn't help but speak up, "Aren't you afraid they'll start fighting?"
Hannah glanced at her, her voice laced with nonchalance, "They're all no-good. If they injure or cripple each other, it's their own karma. A way of settling their debts."
May had nothing else to say and resumed what she had been doing before.
This time, Hannah didn't reject her.
She took the wine glass and was about to take a sip, but abruptly halted her action.
May's emotions felt like a rollercoaster, skyrocketing back to peak intensity.
Hannah slightly furrowed her brows, the dark shadows casting in her eyes revealing a soft smile, "Surely, you haven't drugged the wine?"
May avoided her gaze, "You've been reading too many novels."
