"If it isn't the man snatcher and the mistress." A voice spoke, interrupting their happy chatter as soon as they stepped out of the building.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the gold-digger that is into men old enough to be her grandfather." Natasha retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Her lips curled into a sly smile, eyes gleaming with mischief. Lily and Kalina snickered behind her, their laughter soft but unmistakably mocking.
Layla's glare could have cut glass. Her eyes, sharp and icy, bore into Natasha with unmasked contempt. Natasha met it head-on, her own eyes narrowing in challenge, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. "I thought you would have been dead in some alley from a drug overdose by now." Layla smirked, her words laced with venom, a cruel twist to her smile.
