Listening to the woman's contemptuous tone, Emily Walker turned around and glanced at them coldly with a touch of annoyance.
"Am I toying with you? Aren't you trying to get into his bed? I just stated your intentions once." Emily Walker said, her eyes slightly cold.
Women like them who think all day long about getting into a man's bed should be taught a lesson.
Hearing this, the two women became even angrier and approached her to hit her.
"Are you sure you want to hit me?" As one of them raised her hand, Emily Walker suddenly spoke, her eyes showing no fear whatsoever.
However, her icy voice made Isabelle Wood who raised her hand hesitate for a moment.
They were two people and not afraid of handling one person like her. Yet, according to her tone, it seemed as if they wouldn't dare to hit her.
"What, scared? Then apologize to us!" Isabelle Wood arrogantly sneered, her mouth curling into a derisive laugh.
