Chapter 285 What Do You Want Me to Do, Then?

• I remembered the woman before us; she seemed to be the rich heiress I had come across at the Forger Family's twentieth-anniversary party. Not only that, but I had kicked her very hard at the time. Why hasn't she learned her lesson since then? Well, it serves her right to get slapped right across the face by Emma this time.
• I wasn't the only person who was surprised. Looking dumbfounded, the rich heiress stared at Emma while suppressing her anger, asking, "Why did you hit me?"
• Emma flexed her wrist while replying in a flat voice, "It's your fault for having a foul mouth, no? May the Ugly Duckling, huh? Why don't you look at yourself in the mirror instead? How could you have the cheek to mock others while looking like a hooker?"