The two slaps landed, and Quentin Holland and Tina Chapman, standing nearby, froze in shock.
'Annabelle Linton… actually hit someone?'
The corners of Quentin Holland's mouth curved into a playful smirk.
'Looks like she's not the same weak girl she used to be.'
"You hit me?" Yvonne Miller clutched her face, staring at Annabelle Linton in disbelief. Her voice was sharp and acidic as she demanded, "Annabelle Linton, you little bitch! You actually dare to hit me?"
"Let's see if I don't teach you a lesson today!"
With that, she lunged forward, swinging at Annabelle Linton's face as if intending to disfigure her!
Annabelle nimbly dodged her with a graceful sidestep. Yvonne Miller had already lunged, and when Annabelle moved aside, she couldn't stop her momentum and continued to stumble forward.
Watching her stumble, Annabelle Linton's lips curled into a wicked smile, and she stuck out her foot.
Yvonne Miller tripped and fell flat on her face!
