Mika Summers sneered at them. "Or what? What are you going to do about it!" 'Tristan Grayson has such terrible taste. First, there was that sickly Miss Monroe, then the deranged Miss Miller, and now this plastic-faced Miss Ross…'
The world of these rich people truly disgusted her…
"You hit me, and you dare to be this arrogant? Tristan, you have to stand up for me! Look at what she's done to my face!" Rowan Ross whined, crying as she shook Tristan Grayson's arm.
Tristan Grayson's brows knitted in annoyance. His voice was low as he slowly asked, "So, what do you want?"
"Tristan, I want that woman to get on her knees and apologize to me, and then slap herself twenty times!" Rowan Ross said, her eyes glinting maliciously.
"Heh, that's it?" Tristan Grayson sneered, flicking Rowan Ross's hand away.
"Of course not! That woman ruined my clothes, and I want her to pay for them! Every last cent!"
The smile vanished from Tristan Grayson's face as he strode toward Mika Summers.
