What the heck was going on here?
I was totally caught off guard.
In my memory, Shirley was always bold, except when Andrew was around.
Without any restrictions, she seemed like she could move mountains.
But who could make her scared?
With curiosity, I turned to see who this woman was.
She was wearing a black knee-length dress with matching high heels.
The dress was simple, with only a slim belt around the waist-clean and stylish.
The woman looked like she was in her forties or fifties.
Time had left some wrinkles on her face, but it hadnât taken away the sharpness in her eyes.
With just one glance, I could tell she wasnât someone to be messed with-definitely not as simple-minded as Shirley.
While I was looking at her, she was looking at me too, her gaze intense, a hint of dislike in her eyes.
But she didnât talk to me.
Instead, she turned to Shirley, not happy at all.
âShirley, didnât your mother tell you to avoid causing a scene? Why did you come out alone again?â
Shirley seemed nervous and a bit guilty as she explained, âMs.
Miller I couldnât stand Debraâs attitude.
Sheâs really getting on my nerves.
.
â
âIs that so?â The woman didnât seem to believe Shirleyâs excuse.
She cut her off before she could continue, asking casually, âThen tell me, how exactly did she get on your nerves?â
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Shirley, always the actress, immediately put on a sad face, her voice trembling as she pointed at me.
âShe slapped me.
â
The woman paused, looking closely at Shirleyâs face.
Seeing the vivid red handprint on her cheek, she turned icy and pivoted towards me, her expression blank.
âDid you slap her?â
Shirleyâs reaction hinted at the womanâs elevated status among the witches; maybe she was even an elder.
But who cared?
I stood my ground, unfazed.
With calmness, I replied, âYeah, I did.
Is that a problem?â
I was determined to assert myself today, to establish my reputation right then and there, showing that I wasnât someone to be trifled with.
Otherwise, Shirley would always want to cause trouble for me.
I had no interest in dealing with a never-ending line of challengers.
The womanâs expression darkened as she asked sharply, âDo you know Shirleyâs position?â