Naomi Kenway closed in, the sharp glint and malice in her gaze barely concealed. Her beautiful eyes were filled with undisguised disgust.
"When we were kids, you snatched my favorite doll and cut it to pieces. You made me take the blame for you countless times. When we grew up, you stole my performance opportunities and went after the guys I liked..."
Seeing Jeanette Kensington's expression falter, Naomi Kenway chuckled, tilting her head with amusement. "And there's plenty more where that came from..." Her tone then shifted, turning ice-cold. "So, how dare you have the gall to say those things?"
Jeanette Kensington's eyelashes fluttered. She looked at Naomi. "Naomi, has someone been a bad influence on you? You used to be rebellious, but you'd never speak to me like this..."
"Yeah, I regret it too. That it took me over twenty years to finally be able to curse you out like this."
