What was Mary Sullivan's problem? Wasn't it enough for her to text Xyla Quest and yell at her?

Was Mary actually waiting for Xyla in front of her house?

Xyla's good mood instantly went away. Her good-looking eyebrows furrowed slightly while the calm expression on her face also disappeared.

Speeding up, Xyla drove her red Maserati all the way over to the pink Lamborghini and stopped next to it.

Very soon, Mary got out from the Lamborghini.

She was wearing a revealing, red crop-top sweater, and she looked like a proud black swan under the night sky.

After walking directly over to the Maserati, she forcefully smacked its engine cover. "Xyla Quest, get your ass out here!"

Xyla frowned yet again before getting out of the car and approaching Mary.

immediately raised her hand and was about

grabbed her by the wrist. "Mary Sullivan, don't go too far," Xyla warned. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website

the party today. After going home, my father yelled at me like a mad

a little. "Wasn't that

little more likeable, would I have needed to do so?" Mary

the anger she had been suppressing since May's birthday party came to

why

second, Mary raised her other hand

other hand and pressed her against the

her left hand to grab both of Mary's wrists, Xyla freed her right hand that she

against Mary's face, leaving red

believe Xyla actually came up to her and slapped her directly. Despite her struggle, Mary could

angrily. "Xyla Quest! How dare you hit

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