"Do you feel suffocated? Angry? Want to slap back?" Enna Clark looked at her coldly with bright eyes, her lips lightly touching, each word hitting Miranda Lewis’s nerves perfectly.
Miranda’s eyes were almost shooting fire, holding back with gritted teeth. She was restraining herself so hard that the muscles in her cheeks twitched, making her expression look both like crying and not crying, her whole face contorted terribly. She forced a grin begging for rcy at Enna, "Enna... you’ve misunderstood ... I didn’t..."
"Even if you did, it doesn’t matter. Because even if you wish, it’s in vain!" Enna interrupted her indifferently, "Miranda, don’t say I don’t believe there’s sothing between you and Baron Lawrence, even if there is, you’d best put away those little thoughts in front of . Otherwise, I don’t mind slapping you away. If you don’t believe it, you can try, see if I touched you, whether Baron Lawrence will co out to help you. Divorce , then marry you."
When dealing with a white lotus, the best strategy is simple and brutal.
She was too lazy to talk nonsense with Miranda. Miranda takes pride in being a mistress, so Enna was going to show her the consequences of being a mistress by action!
Sure enough, Miranda’s neck shrank, the anger in her eyes gradually turning into fear and regret.
She dared to provoke Enna because she knew Enna’s personality, and seeing the news online, thought Enna had really beco mute.
In her understanding, no matter how angry Enna got, she would be cautious of her status, giving her so face. Moreover, Enna dislikes bothering others and doesn’t want to make things big.
Even if she provoked and taunted Enna, Enna could only end up holding back suffocated.
She didn’t expect this ti Enna not only didn’t hold back but also slapped her, embarrassing her.
Yet, each warning from Enna left her afraid to act rashly...
Miranda froze on the spot, not knowing whether to pretend to be pitiful or not.
She now regretted impulsively flaunting with jealousy when she saw Enna.
As a result, she was slapped in return and dared not strike back, becoming the truly suffocated one.
"Enna, what’s going on?"
At this ti, Edward Jackson ca over to Enna, glanced maliciously at the frozen Miranda, and asked her gently.
Enna adjusted her mood and said softly, "It’s nothing."
"She is..."
"Soone I know. I was waiting for you here, and she ca over to mock for being mute, so I couldn’t hold back and slapped her." Enna only said half, not ntioning Miranda bringing up Baron Lawrence.
Edward’s expression turned cold, his gaze at Miranda colder. He didn’t fully believe Enna’s words. He knew his niece’s character; she wouldn’t act just because of so mocking. Miranda must have done sothing else. But whatever it was, it was definitely a very excessive thing to make Enna angry enough to act!
He didn’t have a daughter himself, always treating Enna as his daughter to raise. His own daughter was bullied, Edward pursed his thin lips, looked at Mason Nolan beside him, and spoke gently, "Mr. Nolan, you didn’t tell beforehand there’s a clown performance on site. You see, it scared my female companion. What should we do?"
Clown performance!
That’s harsh, enough to slap in the face.
Yet, he still spoke with a smile.
His smiling deanor looked every bit gentle and elegant.
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