Jamie gasped while Gloria stared at the rack of clothes on the side with wide eyes. She had, of course, not turned her face to the left while quarrelling with Mia; she had to do it because Mia slapped her on the face!
She raised her hand and felt the skin beneath burn and hurt. Small flames lit up in her eyes as she turned to look at Mia and snarled, "How dare you! How dare you hit me, you bitch?"
"Maybe this shall teach you a lesson," said Mia coldly. "As I have said this already, there is no evidence. Not a friggin shred of evidence that could prove anything. She even needed the help and authority of the Holman name to put my father behind bars, which shows clearly how muddled the entire situation is."
