Chapter 120 A Furious Hugo

• Meanwhile, in a messy apartment with scraps of paper torn from a notebook littering the floor, a drunk woman was sitting on the couch and hugging her knees. Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were full of anger and discontentment.
• It was Kayla. Thanks to Celia, all of her pride and self-esteem had been ripped to shreds. Even Triston, her mentor of four years, had abandoned her. He had berated her in front of a crowd.
• Kayla had never been subjected to such humiliation. She was too ashamed to show her face in public, and she didn't want to be in the perfume industry anymore.