The cake was cradled in her hand, exquisite and beautiful.
But that piece of cake was nothing but a weapon in her hand.
Before the words were finished, she deliberately flicked her hand.
"Oh no!"
Lana Lowell abruptly covered her mouth, her eyes wide open.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it, my hand slipped...you won't be mad at me, will you?"
Cora Lowell just let out a soft scoff.
The cream cake, which was initially about to fall to the ground, was surprisingly caught steadily by her in midair.
"Splat!"
A crisp and loud sound of impact exploded, and cream splattered everywhere.
Lana Lowell's eyes were extremely wide, her pupils contracted sharply, and her mind went blank.
She was stunned in place, even forgetting to blink.
"Ah!"
Yvonne Cheney saw this scene, her brows immediately furrowed tightly.
She quickly grabbed a stack of tissues from the table next to her, rushing forward in two steps.
