She slowly turned her head, her body slightly stiff, and her hands clenched into fists.
Her gaze swept over each person in the room.
For some reason, this girl exuded such a strong oppressive aura in this instant, that a single glance from her caused others to unconsciously halt their words and focus on her.
The lobby gradually went silent.
In the well-lit room, the faint sounds of car horns from outside could be heard.
Eve Thompson slowly opened her mouth, "Who tampered with and photoshopped this photo?"
This photo, she was certain it was her sister's... But even so, what of it?
Her sister had already been so pitiable, so self-deprecating.
So, she couldn't admit it.
With her words, the crowd was immediately stunned.
The photo had been photoshopped?
Could this seemingly seamless, perfect photo have been tampered with?
People gasped in realization.
If so, it could only mean that Miss Thompson offended someone...
But Lana Thompson's pupils contracted.
