Chapter 85:
Olivia's Point of View
Julie screamed while she was still sprawled on the floor, her voice trembling with intense oppression:
"You low-life bitch! What are you doing?"
I watched her coldly as she struggled to rise; her knees were shaking, and her eyes burned with desperate rage.
She raised her weak hand in an attempt to return the slap, completely ignoring the difference in strength between us,
but I lunged at her wrist with annoyance and gripped it like an iron shackle.
I didn't give her room to breathe; instead, I swung my other hand to land on her cheek with a second, even more powerful slap, making her body stagger and lose its balance once more.
I spotted the glint of tears that were frozen in her sockets, refusing to fall out of pride.
I approached her and whispered with a terrifying hiss while fixing my gaze on her broken eyes:
