Chapter 148 Perfect

• Sandra's gaze cut through the room, landing on Yvonne as she writhed in agony. Her voice was a sharp, cold edge. "I want an apology from her—for looking down on me like I'm nothing."
• Despite the pain ripping through her, Yvonne managed to spit back, "You shameless little b*tch. Don't even think about it."
• Sandra's lips curled into a wicked smile, her steps slow and deliberate as she closed the gap between them. "Then you'd better never apologize. This isn't some game. This incense is shutting down your nerves. You won't feel normal for at least a month. If you like the taste of it, then enjoy it."