Even if she can't hit her back now, she definitely won't let Tiana Thorne get away with this.
From childhood to now, no one has dared to hit her like this.
It really hurts so much...
Tiana Thorne returned to the lounge, lazily lying on the sofa, took off her gloves, and looked at her palm.
Her palm was red, but it wasn't as painful as she imagined.
Of course it wouldn't hurt; she didn't use much force with her palm, mainly exerting force with her fingers and scraping with her nails, so Ella Rivers' face must be quite a sight now.
May Sloane followed behind and closed the door: "Tiana, why are you back?"
Tiana Thorne smiled with a hint of sarcasm: "The fever subsided, my body is still a bit weak, so of course, it's time to rest."
May Sloane said, "But what about your scenes?"
Tiana Thorne: "Yeah."
