“What do you mean?” Susan inquired sharply.
“Nothing.” Natalie shrugged. She picked up the photos from the floor and patted them in her hands. “Jasmine gave you these, right?”
There was a flash across Susan’s eyes.
Natalie knew she had guessed correctly and sneered. “She even tailed me and took sneak shots—how pathetic.”
“My Jasmine was way nobler than you,” Susan glanced at her contemptuously. “What’s wrong with taking sneak shots? She is Shane’s fiancée. What’s wrong with her taking evidence of him being with a homewrecker?”
“Homewrecker?” Natalie raised her eyebrows.
Susan circled her. “Why, aren’t you the homewrecker? You clearly know that Shane is engaged to my Jasmine, but you’re still clinging to him. Isn’t this what homewreckers do?”
As if she had just heard the biggest joke ever, Natalie folded her arms and laughed. “All sorts of people exist these days. This is my first time seeing a real homewrecker accusing someone else of being a homewrecker. Susan, have you been the so-called rightful wife for too long that you’ve already forgotten how you acquired this position in the first place?”
“You…” Susan had a twisted facial expression as she gave Natalie her death stare.
What I hate most is being described as a homewrecker.
But this little b*tch is deliberately aggravating me.
Susan’s rationale was now clouded by anger. She pounced at Natalie and tried to scratch her face.
Natalie once again avoided her attack.
However, Susan did not give up and lunged at Natalie again. She was not going to stop until she reached her goal.
Although Natalie had learned some defense moves while she was overseas, Susan’s attack was as random as that of a crazy woman——there were no tactics whatsoever.
Thus, Natalie could not use her defense moves on Susan at all. There was nothing else she could do apart from making sure that Susan could not scratch her.
At this moment, the clattering sound of high heels passed by.
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