"You're too young to beat me up." Irene waved her hands. "Go home. You can come back when you find a way to make me cry."
Heather laughed bitterly after witnessing Irene's arrogant behavior. Ever since she was little, she had always gotten everything she wanted, whether it was a luxurious object or a person she liked, her parents always tried to make her wishes come true.
So Heather never liked to lose, especially to a woman who was not on the same level as her.
"You're messing with the wrong person, Miss Russell," Heather reminded her. "My brother is not a person who plays favorites for long periods of time. When he gets bored with you, he'll dump you. Can you survive after no one supports your back anymore?"