"Why don't you say anything? Were you still scared? Traumatized like a teeny-weeny baby? Uuu, I remember how you cried like an idiot when Vincent slapped your ugly face, and he does it like this—!"
Priscilla raised her hand and swung it hard towards Chloe's cheek. There was a heightened sensation of ecstasy, thinking she would slap this bitch for being a pest who kept disturbing her relationship with Vincent.
But Chloe caught Priscilla's wrist with one hand and shocked Priscilla immediately. Priscilla slowly shifted her gaze from her wrist towards Chloe's face.
But before she could say a thing…
PA!
"AH!"
Chloe slapped Priscilla's cheek with her other hand. She was ruthless enough not to hold back and made Priscilla's soft cheek red with the shape of Chloe's handprint.
Chloe released Priscilla's wrist immediately, and the bitch fell to the floor as if she had a concussion.
