Chapter 383: Chapter 383: What to Call
She was violently thrown against the wall by her own strength, almost breaking her nose, "Hannah Winter, are you purposefully being antagonistic towards me?"
Hannah crossed her arms, titled her head slightly, with her scarlet lips and enchanting smile, "Miss Lynch, how could it be me who’s against you, it’s clear you’ve always disliked me."
Her smile widened subtly as she pondered seriously before continuing, "I think you have been plotting to get rid of me since before we even met."
Tiffany Lynch’s pupils contracted sharply, "What are you spouting nonsense about!"
Hannah began, "You know what I’m talking about. You hurt my face, and I have not retaliated yet."
Tiffany glared back, "You’re standing right here perfectly fine, what else could you want."
Hannah shook her head, took a few steps forward, and Tiffany instinctively stepped back. She only laughed lightly, then stood still, "Miss Lynch, I wanted to remind you to take care of your health in the future."
Her pale and soft hand lightly tapped on Tiffany’s shoulder, the gentle force almost made her lose her footing.
A brief panic flashed through her eyes, then turned into hatred, like a knife piercing into Hannah, "Hannah Winter, do you know how people like you are referred to in our circle?"
Hannah played dumb, "Oh? How am I referred to?"
Tiffany’s posture was dignified, "Shameless."
A mistress who indulges in men’s favor to fulfill her vanity, a gold-digging woman who reeks of money.
Unexpectedly.
Being openly insulted, Hannah wasn’t angered, but even appeared in good spirits, "Rich people always like to mock others for being gold-diggers, just like disgraceful people enjoy calling others disgraceful."
To each his own.
After regaining her composure, Tiffany’s face turned green with anger. She wanted to fight back, but the place where Hannah had gripped her wrist was throbbing in pain.
All she could do was curse, "Birds of a feather."
After saying that, she ran off again.
Watching her retreating figure, Hannah muttered, "Indeed, even a female lead’s escape is more charming than others."
Her legs are so slim, I wonder would they break if tapped?
Hannah squinted one eye and gestured with her hand a couple of times.
A deep and gloomy voice suddenly sounded behind her, "What are you doing?"
"Ah, you’re still here?" Hannah turned around, smiling, "Had you not spoken, I would have thought someone left a puppet here."
She was saying these inappropriate words very earnestly.
May Hoffman was still looking down, as if trying to hide something, finally she spoke after a long pause, her voice was exhausted, "Hannah Winter, why did you help me?"
Hannah gave an ’ah’, "What?"
May continued, "When Tiffany Lynch tried to hit me just now."
She could have just stood aside and enjoyed the show, but she went out of her way to help her.
After all, she had done many things against her on Tiffany’s behalf.
Hannah leaned against the wall, her loose black hair sliding down from her shoulder a bit, her voice was playful, "Helping you is for you to repay my kindness with hatred."
She was like a sharp sword, showing no mercy in cutting through everyone’s disguise, stabbing straight into the depths of their pretences.
Astonishment showed in May’s eyes, as if her innermost secrets had been revealed. She looked at Hannah, her expression panicked, her feet staggered backwards.
Tripping on her feet, before she could fall down awkwardly, Hannah reached out to steady her.
She bent down and whispered in May’s ear, "Be careful, Stand firm."
