Lillian White was surfing the internet when she slammed the mouse down on the desk with a bang. She looked up, anger in her eyes, glaring at Aria Rowlett.
Gretchen Skerit was on the same side with Lillian, she also said coldly, "Aria Rowlett, were you indirectly cursing Lillian and me just now? Explain yourself, who is the scheming, shameless person?"
"What, Lillian, are you trying to pick a fight with me?" Aria Rowlett was the kind of person who was never afraid of anything. She looked back at Lillian's almost fiery eyes, her hands on her hips, and sneered, "I haven't mentioned any of you by name. I don't know why you're so sensitive, thinking I was talking about you. Or maybe I just accidentally hit a nerve, struck your fragile glass hearts?"
"You didn't mention us by name, but you think we can't hear it?" Lillian gritted her teeth, "What right do you, a sycophant, have to talk about us? No matter what we do, we're a hundred times better than you."