Shrugging, Sally giggled, saying, “What’s a little pain when I can kick her out of the competition?”
Hannah’s body vibrated with anger upon hearing their jokes.
Just then, Jessie walked over. Her gaze cooled at the sight of Natalie and Sally. She then looked disapprovingly at Hannah. “Are you troubling Ms. Smith and her friend again?”
Natalie merely arched a brow in reply.
Wow, I can’t believe she didn’t confront me about bullying her precious Hannah first.
“I didn’t.” Hannah waved her hands in denial.
Scoffing, Jessie said, “I hope you’re telling the truth. If I find out you’re lying, you’re dead meat.”
Hannah lowered her head wordlessly as Natalie narrowed her eyes at Jessie.
Oh, Jessie’s shrewd; I’ll give her that. She didn’t even confirm the truth in Hannah’s words; she glossed over the whole incident just like that.
“Ms. Smith,” Jessie addressed Natalie and smiled. “Did my model bother you when you were watching the show?”
“It was no trouble at all,” Natalie answered as she returned Jessie’s smile.
Jessie stiffened at her words.
The words “no trouble” implied that Hannah did indeed bother them.
Jessie pretended that she did not understand Natalie’s implication. Instead, she grabbed Hannah’s elbow and began leading her away. “We’ll be leaving, then.”
“Hold on.” Natalie stopped them. Frowning, Jessie paused and asked, “Ms. Smith, can I help you with anything else?”
Natalie bent over and rummaged in her bag for a small notebook. She passed it to Jessie as she asked, “Ms. Syke, I believe this is yours?”
The impatience in Jessie’s face immediately turned into anger when she saw the notebook. Swiping it from Natalie’s hands, she asked rudely, “Why do you have my stuff?”
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