Chapter 30:

Gabrielle's POV Helen's face froze and she exclaimed, but I had already pressed the cigarette butt on her skirt. In an instant, a fist-sized hole appeared in her dress. I gently picked up the alcohol hand-washing liquid beside the sink and said with a faint smile, "Helen, you deserved it." "Gabrielle, how dare you..." Helen was so angry that her face turned livid and her whole body trembled. "The dress I'm wearing is custom-made by Dior! It's all ruined by you! Gabrielle, I'll never let you off!" As Helen spoke, she took a step forward and raised her hand high in my direction, wanting to slap me. However, before she could slap me, I raised the corner of my mouth slightly and turned my body flexibly to the other side. I used one of my hands to spray the alcohol hand-washing liquid at her randomly, covering half of her skirt with translucent liquid. Helen said in fury, "Gabrielle, you're not allowed to ruin my dress again!"