Bella Acker didn't know what to do now; she could only bite down on President Lloyd's arm fiercely, letting the blood fill her mouth.
"You bitch, let go of me!" President Lloyd was infuriated, grabbed Bella Acker's hair and swung his arm, directly tossing her aside.
"Bang!"
Bella Acker's small body instantly collided with the frosted glass of the bathroom, her forehead hitting it, causing her face to twist in pain.
President Lloyd looked at his bleeding arm from the bite and was utterly enraged, "You bitch, you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit! How dare you bite me? I'll make sure you never succeed in the entertainment industry!"
Bella Acker didn't have the energy to care about anything else; she just wanted to hurry up and escape.
The pain on her forehead where she'd hit was intense, but it also made her foggy mind a lot clearer.
She supported herself on the frosted glass of the bathroom, straightening her body with difficulty, and staggered toward the door.
