The sharp pain attacked her lower back.
SHERLY came back to herself to find she was scared by this pathetic orphan!
She raised her hand in anger and wanted to slap VICHY again.
But VICHY stood still in front of her. Her eyes stared at SHERLy. “You could guess whether I would strike back or not.”
SHERLY was suddenly engulfed by the kind of invisible and immense sense of oppression.
"How dare you?!" SHERLY’s hand hanged in the air without further action. She said angrily. " You slapped me first, you’re lucky that I didn't strike back last time. You could guess if I complaint to GIM, what he would do."
"If we play catfight, he would regard both of us as stupid cows. If you don't believe me, you could make a try."
VICHY forced herself to stand still before SHERLY. She gazed at SHERLY c
