Chapter 28 Winning
- Irene’s sharp gaze raked over Zara from head to toe, her lips pressing together in a smirk. She let out a breathy, condescending chuckle.
- “Really, Zara?” Irene sneered, folding her arms over her chest.
- Zara’s fingers tightened around her purse. She forced a polite smile, knowing too well that Irene was about to make a scene.