Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

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.

hand and was about to slap Xyla

and grabbed her by the wrist. "Mary Sullivan, don't go too far,"

going too far? Who went too far, exactly? Because of you, I was thoroughly embarrassed during the party today. After

a little. "Wasn't that your

because you're so annoying. If you were a little more likeable, would I

acting this way, the anger she had been suppressing since May's birthday party came to

understand why psychotic people like

other hand and

agilely grabbed Mary's other hand and pressed

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

against Mary's face, leaving red markings behind while the area began

her mind. She couldn't believe Xyla actually came up to her and slapped her directly. Despite her struggle, Mary could not do anything to stop Xyla. The difference in

was no use struggling, Mary could only yell angrily. "Xyla Quest! How