Xylas Shepherd, Leona Grant, and Nathaniel Locke stared at Annabelle Linton, completely dumbfounded.
It was the first time. The first time they had ever seen a woman fight.
'So cool. Absolutely badass!'
She hadn't even had time to cry out in pain.
A cold smile still graced Annabelle Linton's lips. Her heels were high and needle-thin.
The rhythmic sound of high heels echoed in the room—sharp, firm, and steady, yet as unsettling as a knife held to one's throat!
Annabelle Linton slowly walked over to Vivian Yates and looked down on her with disdain. Her wavy, flaxen hair cascaded over her shoulders as she stared at her coldly.
A sharp pain shot through the top of her foot, and all the color drained from Vivian Yates's face. "It hurts!"
"Hurt? No, I haven't even started yet."
She bent down, grabbed a handful of her hair, and brutally dragged Vivian Yates up from the floor.
