Sophia Moore appeared quite magnanimous. If she hadn't mentioned thirty thousand USD, everyone might have mistaken her for a kind person, ready to let Nia Mitchell off the hook.
"Thirty thousand? You think your clothes are made of gold, do you?" Contempt filled Nia's face as she rolled her eyes at Sophia Moore.
"However..." Nia suddenly smiled, her tone shifting. "I am willing to accept your claim for compensation. After all, you insist that your clothes got dirty because of me." Nia was all smiles, her face bright and cheerful.
The corners of the onlookers' mouths twitched. Has this woman lost her mind? Not fighting back when provoked was bad enough, but for her to so readily accept such an obviously outrageous demand for compensation...
