Stella laughed out of frustration as she c****d her head back. She was itching to stand up and scream at Dianne. She wanted to slap her face as hard as she could.
"Jenna, is this the outcome of your two years of arduous labor for these people?
How did you tolerate this for two years when we could smell poverty? Well, you can, but I can't!"
Dianne stumbled backward and nearly collapsed as Stella stepped forward and shoved her.
"You're just a nouveau riche with that meager sum of money. Watch how I'll paint your floors with your blood! If you dare, come at me with your old wrinkly limbs! I'm telling you, if it weren't for Jenna, I wouldn't have even heard of Hidalgos!"
Dianne pointed at Stella and Jenna while shaking with rage. She yelled at them. "You...you...you, Jenna. I'll expel
