Gloria stilled where she was, her breath uneven, her eyes wide with shock.
Gritting her teeth with hatred, she turned around on her wheel chair and ride to Eve with a swift motion, and then slapped her hard.
"Bitch! Don't you dare lie your way out!" Her chest heaved with anger, and her eyes shone with a cruelty and coldness rarely seen. Each of her words dripped with hatred, as she wished to strangle the whore before her.
The slap sent Eve's face to the side, and she stayed frozen, unmoving, before chuckling softly—a sound like that of a grim reaper from hell. Her eyes filled with mockery as she slowly raised her head.
"What? You can't believe it?" She touched her cheek, where an extremely red handprint stood out, showing how Gloria hadn't held back at all.
