"No, it's not like that... What do you know? All of you shut up!" Cheryl Thompson struggled and got up from the ground, casting an angry glance around.
Finally, she looked in the direction of Chad Yakov, clenching her teeth.
"You said it wasn't me, where's the evidence? This is just an excuse you want to use to get rid of me..."
"I don't need an excuse to deal with you." Chad Yakov's indifferent words struck mercilessly, and under the curious gazes of the crowd, he walked over to Victoria Gibson.
He stood tall right in front of her, looking at the stunned Victoria Gibson, his eyes turned from cold to doting.
He reached out and patted her little face, teasingly.
"Were you scared silly, my little hero."
"???"
Victoria Gibson had just recovered from the sight of the striking face before her, and upon hearing his address, her mind momentarily froze.
