"Try calling someone else a bastard, I dare you." Charlotte Green rubbed her sore hand, her voice coming out soft and cold.
"You hit me! You dare to hit me!" Giselle lunged at Charlotte, claws bared. Charlotte had anticipated her frenzied attack and deftly dodged.
Watching the two women about to scuffle, the stylists in the room dashed out, seeming to predict that the petite Chinese girl stood no chance against Giselle.
But, unexpectedly, the Eastern girl had Giselle underfoot, easily avoiding a brawl.
Charlotte released her foot from Giselle's dress hem, looked down at her with folded arms and chuckled coldly, "So you can insult people, but I can't hit you?"
"You... I'll tell Daddy! Just you wait!!" Completely defeated, Giselle scrambled up and hissed venomously.
"Go ahead! I'm not stopping you!" Charlotte laughed nonchalantly and waved for the stylists, who were hiding outside, to come back in and continue their work.
