Ivy Vaughn lay in pain on the ground, unable to get up. She felt Jasmine Jennings' words fall upon her like an icy prison, so cold, so numb.
It should have been Sierra Summers on the ground, not her... Why was it her...
Ivy Vaughn's face was pressed against the floor, her neck sore from Jasmine Jennings' grip, and she coughed heavily and painfully.
Even so, when she heard Sierra Summers speak in that bright, nonchalant tone, "Is Jasmine talking about taking nude photos of her?" Ivy Vaughn remained frozen on the ground, not daring to move.
"I definitely wouldn't want them; they're not good-looking and would give me nightmares~" Sierra Summers chuckled, waving her hand dismissively.
She looked down at Ivy Vaughn, the dimples on her face fading, and asked, "Say, what have you told Zoe Summers?"
"If you're unwilling to speak, I'll have Caleb Sterling contact your family to ask them. That's an option too."
