Chapter 215

Delia took advice from Allison and punched the spot she had mentioned.

Tricia glanced at Allison and fumed with anger.

When did I have plastic surgery on my nose, chin, and chest?

Slander!

Finley noticed the glare from Tricia to Allison.

She opened her arms, held Allison into her arms, and looked at Tricia. "Go on. Don't stop. I'll get even on you two later."

Delia saw Finley and stopped the fight with a guilty conscience.

She put her scalded hand back to her back unconsciously.

Finley reminded Delia of Bryan's cold and terrifying face.

When Delia was absent-minded, Tricia took the opportunity to push Delia to the ground. Then, Tricia kicked Delia on the belly with her high heels and said, "B*tch, you betrayed me. I won't spare you." Delia grabbed a handful of sand on the ground and threw it at Tricia's eyes.

"Ah..."

Tricia cried out in pain because some sand flew into her eyes.

Finley and Allison watched the farce, clapped their hands, and cheered.

Evan felt speechless with one hand on the space between his rows.

The fight between women was boring. They knew no move but pulled their hair and slapped each other.

Delia had the upper hand. She got up from the ground and left.

Finley caught up with Delia and stopped her. "I haven't vented my anger yet. How can you leave?"

Delia looked at Finley with tears in her eyes. "Finley, what do you want? Can't you see that I'm badly. hurt?"

"It is a fight between you and Tricia. None of my business. I came for personal grudges. You hurt my hand, so you will have to pay the price." Finley insisted.

She was not a saint and had no plan to spare Delia.

Finley wouldn't forgive Delia today because there was a physical wound on her hand.

Finley was determined to teach Delia a lesson.

"Look at my hand. Aren't you satisfied?" Delia bit her lips with red eyes.

She showed the burnt right hand to Finley.

Finley looked at the ugly hand.

She could tell at one glance that there was a scalding, a very bad one.

Delia's hand was now swollen.

"Did someone avenge me?" Finley asked with a frown.

"Oh, I'm not as lucky as you to build ties with the Turner family. I won't mess with you again. Finley, I beg you. Could you please let me go? I've fallen out with Tricia. What else do you want?" There was a hint of pleading in Delia's tearful eyes.

Finley was not cold-blooded.

She didn't expect Bryan to seek revenge for her trivial matter.

A warm feeling surged in her heart.

Finley gave Delia a warning look in silence. Then, she turned around and stepped on Tricia's foot.

"Ah..." Tricia, who couldn't see, spun around for the pain caused by this stomp.

Finley took the lead to leave after a snort.

Allison passed by Tricia and stepped on her foot too. "Bit*h, enjoy the pain."

Evan walked past Tricia and did the same as Finley and Allison. "I... I just follow the trend. Not my fault."

"Ah..." Tricia was so angry that she almost collapsed on the

She almost crippled.

spot.

It was dusk.

After class, Finley walked out of the campus.

A magnificent black Lincoln stopped by her.

Harry got out of the car solemnly in a tuxedo. He opened the car door and said, "Mrs. Turner, please get in the car."

"Er... Harry, why did you dress up today? Isn't it just a visit to Grandpa?" Finley lowered her head and glanced at her jeans and T-shirt. Instantly, Finley felt that her attire was cheap.

"It will be your first formal meeting with the elders of the Turner family. The tuxedo is necessary" Harry explained with a smile.

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