“The two of you are just too much to pick on us, ordinary people, just because you've got wealth and power! Everyone, come and see this! The heiress of the Sullivan family is a bully!”
Sandy staunchly refused to wipe Jared's clothes for him, for she couldn't get over the contempt within her.
In the past, it had always been him pandering to her and being at her beck and call. For that reason, she couldn't accept the reality that she was to lower herself before him then.
Right that moment, she feigned weakness, hoping that the people around her would take pity on her and lend her a hand.
Slap!
While she was trying to seek help from the bystanders, Josephine stepped forward and struck her right across the face without the slightest bit of hesitation, stunning her to the core.
“That's enough nonsense from you! I said to wipe it off right this instant!” Josephine asserted, her voice leaving no room for negotiation.
Sandy's hand flew to her face, and she glanced at the crowd around her. Alas, no one spoke up for her. That aside, some timid ones even left quickly, not daring to stay and watch the show any longer.
Left with no other choice, she could only take out a piece of tissue in the face of Josephine's icy expression. Then, she dragged her feet over to Jared and bent down to wipe the spit off his clothes.
Jared looked down at her with a smirk on his face. But when her hand was a second away from coming into contact with his suit, he dodged it.
Taken aback, Sandy looked up at him.
“I'm afraid that your hand will dirty my clothes.”
After saying that, Jared wiped the spit off himself with a piece of tissue.
“How dare you?”
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