"Lola Hussey!!"
"Right in front of you."
Lola Hussey gripped Skylar Hampton's wrist tightly.
That strength made it hard for Skylar to maintain her balance, her wrist really hurt, and she didn't know where Lola, who looked delicate and weak on the outside, got such power from.
"Let go."
"Let go and let you do whatever you want?"
Lola really didn't have that much strength normally, but now she was being forced by Skylar.
"You better let go of my hand." Skylar gritted her teeth.
Lola asked, "You came to provoke me first, but I ignored you. Faced with your repeated provocations, I retaliated, and now you want to hit me. Why should I let go? Let go so you can hit me?"
"Heh, I can hit you even if you don't let go."
As the words fell, Skylar's other hand shot up, trying to slap Lola's face but was intercepted by Lola's lifted hand. So now, both of Skylar's hands were controlled by Lola.
"Lola Hussey, you have the guts to let me go."
"Alright."