Cassandra’s face was red with rage. Desperate, she whipped out her phone to call Sanz. This time, he answered.

"Baby, I’m being bullied! Come to the salon and help me!" she whined. After a brief exchange, the call ended.

Cassandra glared at me with disdain, her voice laced with arrogance.

"You old hag, you had the guts to bring people here and cause trouble? Just wait and see what happens!"

I crossed my arms and gave her an indifferent look.

"Let’s see who’ll be the one waiting."