"Louisa Foster?"
Nella Crassus saw her and was a bit surprised, "Weren't you not going to participate in the exercise?"
"If all of you can come, why can't I?" Louisa Foster glanced maliciously at Isabella Lindsey, boasting, "Everyone calls you Goddess, but this time I will challenge you to see who will become the final winner!"
"Louisa Foster, are you looking for trouble?" Nella Crassus couldn't stand her arrogant demeanor.
"None of your business!"
Finishing her words, Louisa Foster swayed her hips and left with an air of superiority.
Nella Crassus gritted her teeth in anger, "Sister Lindsey, how did she become so abominable! I remember she once fought alongside us! People really have many faces! She's finally showing her true colors!"
"Let's go."
Isabella Lindsey was calm, unaffected, and walked back to the camp with determination.
Upon entry.
The Thunderstorm she carried caught the envious and amazed gazes of everyone.
