Chapter 1021 “Perhaps you should call Martha and let her give you sadvice?" Alma sneered, stepping further into the room. She pulled a tube of lipstick from her bag, freshening up her lips in the mirror.
"A foolish servant can hardly cup with any good advice!" "You're talking as if you're shotshot. Didn't you still lose to Arabella? | dont know why a defeated player like you dare to show off in front of me!” It was clear Serena looked down on her.
Alma smirked, her lips cold and beautiful. "Arabella’s violin and chess skills are indeed better than mine. | heartily admit defeat to her. But you, after years of violin lessons, can't even play decently.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSerena clenched her fists, her eyes darting to the lipstick in Alma's hand, a limited edition from Louis Vuitton. The diamond necklace around her neck was a new design from VW Fashion. Even her dress and the heels she wore were ail limited editions! She had never seen them before! Where did she get all the money to buy these?! Suddenly, Serena remembered her aunt and uncle, including Alma and her sister, always appearing in expensive attire.
Even her parents didn't live as lavishly.
It seemed like their money was inexhaustible.
Seeing Serena staring at the lipstick in a daze, Alma coldly scoffed, "An adopted daughter is always an adopted daughter. Your attire is getting more and more modest. What, the Collins family can't afford to buy you decent clothes now?" Furious, Serena gripped her purse tighter, swinging the chain towards Alma's back.
Alma quickly dodged, pushing Serena's head into the sink.
The faucet sensed a presence, and water gushed out, soaking Serena's hair and face. She struggled, but Alma held her head down firmly.
“Letwash your hair to strengthen our bond" Unable to get up, Serena stepped back in anger, driving the heel of her shoe into Alma's foot.
The pain made Alma let go. Serena scooped up water from the sink and splashed it onto Alma.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Bitch, I'll fight you!" Serena was furious. She grabbed her purse again, lashing out at Alma with the bag's chain.
Alma flinched from the pain, grabbed a nearby trash can, and dumped its contents onto Serena.
Though Serena instinctively dodged and blocked with her hands, the dirty contents still stained her dress.
"Ugh." Serena felt nauseous.
Seeing how dirty she was, Alma also found her disgusting and quickly kept her distance.
After delivering her final words, Alma turned and left.
Serena was livid, but the stench from the trash made her retch. She was driven to madness, vowing to make Alma pay one day when she caught sight of her disheveled reflection.
She whipped out her phone, calling her friend. “Senda dress, any dress, immediately!" She felt a twinge of anger. How could her friends have missed Alma, a fully grown woman, entering the restroom?