Franti glared at Even Hurley, her eyes burning with anger. At this moment, she was like a furious lion, out of control.
"Speak for Wendy, okay? That's good. Go on."
Franti's mood fluctuated greatly. Seeing this, several designers hurried forward to pull her away. Covering the half of her face that had been slapped red, Even choked, "You can slander Director Wendy. How can you not allow others to suspect you?"
"Don't talk too much, Even!" Hanna held her hand and asked her to behave herself.
At this moment, Wendy came in. She took a look at the angry couple, pursed her lips and sighed. She walked to Even and turned her shoulder. "What's wrong?"
Noticing the palm print on her fair face, Wendy Cassia looked at Franti and asked, "Did you hit her?"
Franti straightened her clothes and still looked arrogant. "Yes, she suspects me casually. I have the right to defend myself."
"Suspect?"