"What do you mean?" I didn't have the patience to deal with Andrea and I didn't want to fall for her trick, so I suppressed the anger in my heart and said flatly, "I'm not interested in what you want to do here. No one can take away Anne's prized possession while I'm around."
Speaking of this, I paused and glared at Andrea. "If you think you can fight me head-on, try it."
She had always persuaded other people into hurting me back then. Most of my life had passed now and I didn't mind going all out with her. It just so happened I could vent my anger with this opportunity.
The world does not favor the weak.
Andrea understood the hostility in my gaze and her eyes grew fierce.
Even though the face in front of me was barely recognizable, I could still picture Andrea's original face, gnashing her teeth at me.
She squinted and squeezed her arms, causing her beautifully decorated nails to dig into her flesh. Her body trembled with every word she said, "You stole someone else's belongings. What rights do you have to be so arrogant? You have no right to
be so proud!"
Even if her beauty was fake, she looked absolutely gorgeous even when she was yelling at the top of her lungs. Somehow, she seemed like a fragile woman as she did it.
I was shocked at this. It felt like I was the most evil person in the world stepping down on her.
But I soon gathered myself and realized that this was Andrea's trick. Only a villain would behave this way.
"I don't know what you mean, but if you need one, I can introduce you to a good psychiatrist. As for the club, you can never replace Anne."
Andrea had lived a very hard life. Maybe she had suffered way too much and now lived with a mental disorder. She needed professional help.
This was the only thing I would feel pity for her.
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