Nia Mitchell stood there, her face as dark as ink, gritting her teeth.
"Don't force me to call out, anyway, I'm a very rude woman with absolutely no manners, but you're different. Be careful, or people will laugh at you forever."
Nia Mitchell didn't know the man's identity, but compared to coming to this banquet, reputation seemed important to them.
Anyway, she wasn't planning to attend a second time, so it didn't matter at all.
Besides, after the incident with Serena Davis, her reputation was already far from pleasant.
"You!"
The man obviously didn't expect Nia Mitchell to threaten him so blatantly, and his eyes widened instantly.
"Also, aren't you afraid of being gossiped about for dancing with someone like me, or is it just that you really can't find a dance partner?"
Nia Mitchell's face was full of mockery, never one to back down.
She, like a little lion with claws bared, wasn't at all like the little bunny the Young Master Peary kept in his home.
