Ariel Morris sneered coldly at Valeria Johnson’s accusations, her eyes devoid of any warmth, "Your mory is really as poor as a dog’s! Valeria Johnson, at Elephant Hill, you pushed down the slope, trying to kill ! On the yacht, you pushed into the water, trying to kill ! You also created the scandal headlines between and Brother Langdon! You deliberately sent the photos of and Brother Langdon to Arlo, causing misunderstandings between us. Every single thing was provoked by you! And now you bla it all on others, you’re truly sothing! You’re so good at shirking responsibility, how have you fallen to this point?"
Valeria Johnson’s anger was instantly ignited. She glared angrily at Ariel Morris and reached out to slap her.
Ariel Morris swiftly intercepted Valeria Johnson’s hand, twisting it back and imdiately restraining Valeria, pushing her against the sink. She sneered, "Knowing full well you’re no match for yet daring to make a move anyway, you truly have so nerve!"
As Ariel Morris spoke, her gaze sharpened. While controlling Valeria Johnson with one hand, she turned on the faucet with the other, pressing Valeria’s head fiercely under the running water, her voice icy, "Is the punishnt of being shelved too light for you? Valeria Johnson, have you not learned your lesson? I warned you not to ss with again! Or else, I’ll fix you!"
After saying this, she pressed Valeria’s head down harder.
"Cough... Ariel Morris! You bitch!... Go to hell! You fuc-king..."
The gurgle of water drowned out Valeria Johnson’s remaining words, her entire face being pressed down into the sink by Ariel Morris, unable to utter another word.
Valeria Johnson’s face turned bright red as she held her breath underwater. Just as she thought she would suffocate to death, Ariel Morris suddenly grabbed her clothes and pulled her out of the water.
With her breathing eased, Valeria Johnson’s face was flushed, her body trembling slightly. The earlier Ariel Morris had clearly frightened her.
Ariel Morris looked coldly at Valeria Johnson and said, "Valeria Johnson, you’d better wise up when you’re in front of in the future! It’s better if we don’t know each other! If you provoke again, I’m telling you, you’ll only end up at a loss!"
The released Valeria Johnson’s lips were a bit pale, clearly scared by Ariel Morris’s actions. She glared at Ariel Morris fiercely, turned sharply on her high heels, and hurriedly left.
In the instant she turned, her gaze shone with fierce, cutting intent.
After Valeria Johnson left, Ariel Morris splashed water from the faucet onto her face, feeling sowhat heavy-hearted as she recalled the changes she noticed in Valeria.
Valeria Johnson is extre in both emotions and actions, prone to going astray. Falling from Era’s top celebrity to accompanying guests for drinks and songs in a bar, this gap would only twist her psyche further, making her capable of doing anything harmful! Ariel used to not fear Valeria at all, she could outwit Valeria in one-on-one battles but feared Valeria’s underhandedness, especially since she was pregnant!
Thinking of this, Ariel Morris just wanted to leave the bar quickly and stay far away from Valeria Johnson, as it’s the only way to be safe!
anwhile, on the other side, after leaving the restroom, Valeria Johnson returned to the private booth of the custor she had been accompanying.
Inside were a group of n who had called five other bar girls besides Valeria Johnson, the spacious booth filled with the strong sll of smoke and alcohol, overly pungent.
After spending enough ti in such places, one gets used to it. Valeria Johnson walked over and sat down beside the custor she had been with earlier.
As soon as she sat down, the man’s hands restlessly road over her body, his eyes filled with naked greed, "Little demon, I’ve been waiting for you for a long ti."
As he spoke, he brazenly groped Valeria Johnson’s thigh.
Valeria Johnson, with a shy face, playfully protested while feigning resistance, "Brother Morales! Don’t rush~! My sister needed for sothing just now, so I was a bit delayed."
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