"..." Talking big without fearing a sassy tongue.
Through which eye of hers did Clara Sanders see that she needed Clara to give way?
Clearly, it was because she wasn't treated well in Chester Yale's hands that her target shifted. Yet she speaks as if she's of some noble and holy figure.
White lotus!
Evelyn Sherman silently criticizes in her mind.
Originally, she had no intention of bothering with Clara, but now she mysteriously feels a sort of resentment rising.
"What if I ruin your good deeds? What can you do to me? This is Mr. Aiden's lounge. It isn't up to you whether I stay or leave, is it?"
"Evelyn Sherman, you...!" Clara Sanders's beautifully made-up face twists instantly.
She bites down hard, wishing she could tear Evelyn apart right then and there!
"You want to hit me again? Come on then, I guarantee I won't fight back." Evelyn walks up to the sofa and sits down with a flourish, raising an eyebrow at her.
