Chapter 657 Stomach Ache

But she couldn’t! It’s not that she didn’t want to kill Charlotte herself. She knew that she was no match for a shrew like her… Who knew if she’d end up just like that sh*t splashing incident if she brandished a knife at Charlotte—not only would she fail to achieve her objective, but she even might give Charlotte a reason to take the knife away from her and kill her, in the name of self-defense… Charlotte made her way to the parking lot after “consoling” Tiffany. She heard a sharp voice behind her just as she arrived at her car. “Charlotte Simmons, you big faker, you’ve spoiled my reputation horribly and caused me to be splashed with… with… such filth, and you had the nerve to put on a facade and console me!” “Oh?” Charlotte beamed. “I thought you welcomed me when I tried to cheer you up? You even thanked me. Why did you turn into a completely different person now? As if you want to eat me alive?” “You!” The intense rage and hatred turned Tiffany’s face purple. Gillian, who wa