Eleanor Spencer walked forward, suddenly feeling her dress was heavy and dragging, turning around, she locked eyes with Aurelia Shaw's cold, seductive gaze.
Aurelia Shaw sneered and walked up to her, coldly whispering, "All you're capable of is playing little tricks from behind, huh? But you're pitiable, really. The man you like doesn't like you back, so to satisfy your pitiful desires, you resort to underhanded tactics, like a filthy dead rat in the sewer, utterly disgusting, reeking of stench."
"You!" Eleanor Spencer's face suddenly changed color.
Aurelia Shaw smiled while reminding her, "Not thinking of continuing your gentle and considerate facade? If you get angry here, all your years of effort will be in vain. Not that I care, I'm always this arrogant. Hardly any positive news about me anyway, worst case, a few more scandals, no big deal if I clean it up later."
