Zora Hughes raised her frightened eyes to meet an array of disgusted looks surrounding her. They were like a group of demons, ready to tear her apart and devour her. She felt a dull pain in her temples, as if her head was about to explode. Her vision was blurred with tears, and she tasted the metallic tang of blood in her throat.
She looked up and saw Xaviera Evans' eyes. Xaviera's expression was indifferent, not a flicker of emotion on her breathtaking face, stunning enough to incite jealousy. At that moment, Zora Hughes was in a miserable state. She was sweating profusely, the makeup on her face smeared.
Zora Hughes' body shook violently, and she couldn't force out a single word. After a long while, she frantically dashed out, leaving everyone in the room dumbfounded.
Xaviera's cold gaze fell on Nidya Hughes, who glared back at her venomously. "Xaviera Evans, this is your doing!"