Her eyebrows arched teasingly, and she added, "But I have to hand it to you: your luck is something else. That fire… it came dangerously close to ruining that pretty face of yours."
Her gaze turned cold as she tightened her grip on my hand, leaning in with a smug smile. "This face… the one that bears a striking resemblance to mine."
I gritted my teeth and wrenched my hand free, my voice sharp. "So, you did it on purpose! You set that fire on purpose! Do you realize I could report you to the police for this?"
She crossed her arms and laughed derisively, her voice dripping with disdain. "Go ahead! Reporting me will only push my brother further away from you!"
"Ha! Consider today a little lesson," she sneered, her words biting. "Let me make one thing clear: my brother is mine. As long as I’m here, you’ll never take him from me, not even in marriage!"
I met her gaze, unflinching, and instead of getting angry, I chuckled softly.
Her expression darkened with annoyance. "What’s so funny?! Do you think I’m bluffing?"
With a calm smile, I met her gaze and replied, "I’m laughing at you. I’m laughing at how naive you are."