"I'm not afraid of her!" Bing Eliot held her head high, giving Betsy Russell a cold look, "The more I look at her face, the angrier I get."
Bing Eliot, having just finished speaking, seemed to think of something. Wearing her high heels, she arrogantly walked towards Betsy Russell.
"Miss Russell," Bing Eliot said, her eyes scanning up and down Betsy Russell with a smile. Seeing Betsy Russell in her simple outfit, she remarked, "Condolences!"
The smile froze on Betsy Russell's face and disappeared. Her eyes darkened as they fixated on Bing Eliot. "Mind your mouth!"
"Oh dear, did I say something wrong?" Bing Eliot feigned surprise before raising her voice when she saw the attention of the crowd on her. "Jared Hughes died in a car accident yesterday, and here you are all cheerful and ready to shoot a drama. You really are…"
"Slap!"
A crisp slap interrupted Bing Eliot's words. A dazzling handprint instantly appeared on Bing Eliot's face.
