She Becomes Glamorous After The Engagement Annulment

Chapter 120

Chapter 120: You Might As Well Just Say You’re The Lord Himself

The light in Cherry’s eyes dimmed a little.

Stinky Daddy didn’t even know she was his daughter, so how was she going to ask him to pick her up?

However, this wasn’t an issue when it came to quarreling. She straightened her back, placed her chubby little hands on her hips, and said, “If you don’t believe me, then why don’t you give Daddy a call and ask him if Cherry is his daughter?!”

Whitney, “?”

The woman, who looked a little fierce, was so stunned by her words that she didn’t know what to say. She paused for a moment to catch her breath before she sneered, “I’m not going to bother Mr. Hunt just because of trivial matters like this!”

“Oh, I see. You must be afraid of my father!”

Was there even anyone who dared to mess with Justin Hunt in New York’s business circle?

Whitney found herself lost for words. However, she braced herself and said, “How can that be? I just think you’re using his name, that’s all!”

Cherry tilted her head.. “How does my father’s identity have anything to do with whether I’m taking center position or not, though?”

Whitney was about to reply when Cherry took out her cell phone and said, “Mrs. Lowe, I accidentally turned on the audio recorder just now!”

 

The audio recorder?

Whitney’s eyes suddenly widened. Never would she have expected that a five-year-old would actually be so devious and have so many tricks up her sleeve!

She clenched her fists and snatched Cherry’s cell phone from her. She sneered, “Don’t you know that students are not allowed to bring cell phones to school?”

Cherry wasn’t bothered though. She glared at her with her big round eyes and said, “I know that, so I’m willing to hand over the phone. But Mommy’s afraid that people will bully me in school, so I think she also placed a surveillance camera and an audio recorder on me~”

patted herself here and there and said, “Was it this big button here on the name tag? I don’t quite remember anymore~ Mrs. Lowe,

Whitney, “!!”

but in the event that she wasn’t, if she was filmed punishing Cherry for no reason, it would be terrible

Whitney’s face changed a few times before she finally forced a stiff smile and said, “Why would you

she walked back into the classroom, she

the dance studio, they saw Sinead talking triumphantly to the rest of the children. She said, “Did all of you see that? If anyone bullies me, Mommy will

she heard a voice coming from behind her: “Hello there, Sinead the

looked over. When she saw Cherry, she pursed her lips, ready to cry. However, Whitney

swallowed back down the wail about to escape

three, four… Five, six, seven, eight… Two, two, three, four… Five, six, seven, eight… Cherry, as the center, your movements are not up

if she

practice… Cherry stepped out obediently, stood at the side, and started to practice

very stubborn. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have developed a grudge against

Whitney claimed that she wasn’t dancing it right, then she would practice until

turning into jelly

 

was rather tiring because there were several jumps involved. However, Cherry did it again and again

you

physique is certainly pretty good, but aren’t you lacking a foundation in dancing a little too much? You must not have learned how

would just give up

malicious look flashed in Whitney’s eyes as she stared at

she couldn’t take direct action against her, she would just take an indirect approach instead. She simply didn’t believe that she could endure such high-intensity training every

teeth and bore with it. Her hair was wet with

be honest, she knew that Whitney was

dance, she didn’t practice much because she found it too

if perfection was within her means, then she would definitely do

practiced again

finally ended. Cherry felt as if her legs had turned into jelly and she didn’t have even an ounce of strength left in her. She was a little unsteady on her feet as she limped all the way back to

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