Xaviera Evans glanced at Gaby Rome's expression and knew that his train of thought had gone astray again.
She retracted her leg, stepped forward slowly, and stared into Mag Evans' eyes, "And where did you get the wrong idea that I would plead for someone who intends to harm me? Most importantly, wasn't it you who bewitched Jessi Whitman to attack me? If anyone needs to apologize, it's you to me."
Xaviera raised Mag's chin with one hand, carefully appreciating every subtle change in her expression.
"You were insinuating to Jessi that I had plastic surgery. But don't you know if I really did or not? We just met a few days ago at the music store."
No plastic surgery clinic could restore someone's appearance in just two or three days.
Gaby blinked, plastic surgery?
Did his brother Evans even need plastic surgery with that face?
The way people looked at Mag had become strange.
