"I didn't do it!" Evelyn Thompson's face went deathly pale, and her voice trembled with indignation. "You're slandering me!"
Chloe Sinclair was so exasperated by Evelyn Thompson that she let out a bitter laugh.
She raised an eyebrow, a cold smirk playing on her lips. "Then whose is that thing on your desk?"
Evelyn Thompson went pale. She glanced at the facial mask on her desk and opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.
"Chloe Sinclair, Evelyn just wanted one of your facial masks, didn't she? She already said they're hard to buy. If you don't like it, just have Evelyn pay you for it. Was it necessary to raise your voice like that?"
Sylvia Holloway, sitting in her chair, couldn't watch any longer, her face filled with impatience.
At these words, Chloe Sinclair didn't get angry in the slightest. She fixed her deep gaze on Evelyn Thompson, a playful look on her face. "Fine. I'll sell it to you."
When Evelyn Thompson heard this, her already ashen face grew even paler.
