~{BEVERLEY'S POV}~
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Before I could grip the handle, she pulled me back and made me face her.
For a moment I stood still as I stared at my suit to make sure it wasn't stained.
Looking back at her, she was glaring at me while breathing heavily.
"You have the nerve t…" I started,
"Yes! I have the nerve to do anything as long as it brings results," she agreed.
"How dare you cut me off?" I calmly asked.
"Why are you acting all mighty when you weren't like this in the first place! We're the same…"
I gave her a hot slap which made her stagger in shock.
"Don't ever compare yourself with me. We're nothing alike. If you really knew me you would know that,'' I said in a deep and intimidating tone.
Facing me with her eyes wide open, she lowered her hand from her face and glowered at me.
"Screw you Beverley!"
At her words, I arched a brow and smiled in amazement.
