Jasmine Yale's brown eyes carried a gaze that was gentle yet sharp. She stood by the window, her figure casting onto the floor, with an aura that was impossible to ignore.
The entire lounge fell silent; her calmness seemed to starkly contrast with Erin Janus's fury.
Though they were far apart, their eyes met with a murderous intensity in their gaze.
The air suddenly became extremely still, a stillness that was terrifying.
Such silence, as if in the next moment, would erupt like a volcano.
Erin took two steps forward, getting closer to Jasmine Yale.
Her blue eyes were brimming with crimson anger, veins of red blood lacing her eyeballs.
Jasmine Yale was the first person who dared to provoke her like this.
She bit her lip, "Jasmine Yale, did your parents never teach you about propriety, integrity, and shame? How can you shamelessly say you're going to steal someone else's boyfriend? Don't you feel like you're a homewrecker, utterly shameless?"
