"Who doesn't know you're Vera? We're after nobody but you, Vera!"
The short-haired girl stepped forward and pushed Irene Spencer, who fell to the ground again.
Humiliated like this, Irene Spencer had nothing nice to say and immediately started cursing in anger.
"Da...mmit! Get the hell away from me! Don't you even know who I am?!"
Her hair was covered in eggs and spray paint. Her face was smeared with raw egg, fruit peels, and melon seed husks, with her own hair stuck to the mess. Her face mask and glasses were nowhere to be found. Who could possibly recognize her now?
The short-haired girl had initially wanted to stop before things went too far, but upon hearing the cursing, she lost her temper.
"You've got some nerve, daring to curse at us! Girls, beat her!"
As she led the charge, the crowd immediately swarmed Irene Spencer, pulling, kicking, and hitting her without mercy.
"Stop!"
