Chapter 1085 Who Do You Think You Are
“Apologize!” Trisha demanded.
“I won’t!” cried Wendy.
“If you don’t, I-I won’t let go!”
Although Trisha’s tone was no different from usual, and her mild stutter had even worsened a little, she did not loosen her grip.
There was nothing better to describe her than doing the harshest thing with the softest tone.
Wendy felt her scalp go numb from the excessive pulling as she was attacked again and again by sharp pains, causing her anger to soar.
Arielle has Vinson backing her, so I’ll let it slide that she hit me. But how dare Trisha, a stuttering, autistic girl, lay a hand on me? Who does she think she is?
Turning her anger into strength, she found an opening and gave Trisha a hard pinch on the arm that was pulling her hair.
“Ahh!” the girl screamed as she instinctively retracted her hand.
Wendy seized the opportunity to push Trisha onto the ground and sat on her stomach.
The latter felt as though her innards had been severely damaged. In an instant, her face turned a shade of deep purple.
“You little b*tch!” Wendy gave Trisha a hard slap.
Not only did she use the force of her palm, but she also curled her fingers, leaving three blood streaks as she clawed the latter’s face.
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