Sierra Sullivan looked at the speaker. "You have a problem with that?"
The man sneered and was about to speak when Sierra cut in.
"Even if you do, keep it to yourself!"
The man probably hadn't expected Sierra Sullivan to be so assertive.
His retort was stuck in his throat, leaving him in an awkward limbo. His face flushed a deep, liverish red.
Seeing his ugly expression, Sierra Sullivan was satisfied.
She had never been a good-tempered person.
If people were willing to speak to her respectfully, she'd return the favor.
But if someone couldn't speak like a civilized person, she had no intention of tolerating it.
The man glared daggers at Sierra Sullivan but kept his mouth shut.
