A single sentence from Seraphina Quinn was enough to make the perpetually haughty Elise York's features twist in rage.
Unable to contain her anger, she raised her hand to slap Seraphina Quinn across the face. "You're nothing but a slut who sleeps around!"
Elise York's words were vile.
But Seraphina Quinn's expression didn't flicker in the slightest.
She watched her, expressionless. "Instead of wasting your energy looking for trouble with me, you should probably do some self-reflection. Speaking of which, Miss York, for someone so stunningly beautiful, why can't you seem to hold on to the man you love?"
Elise York choked on her words, her face turning ugly as her breathing grew heavy. "You—"
Seraphina Quinn's gaze drifted away from her.
