"Is a little touch considered bullying? Let me teach you what real bullying looks like."
Old grudges and new hatred surged through me, and the thought of all she had done to me in my past life filled me with exhilaration.
"Ah!"
She struggled violently, realizing she couldn't overpower me, and glared at me like a madwoman.
"Victoria, if you keep this up, Calvin will never like you."
I let out a cold laugh, rubbing her face harshly against the wall before shoving her away. I pulled out a tissue, elegantly wiping my hands, then tossed it onto her.
"Who cares if he likes me? But you—looking like this—don't let your precious Calvin see. He cares most about a woman's face, after all."
After all, Calvin is still a face control.
Emma's face turned pale at the mention of this, and she frantically took out her phone to check her reflection.
I shot her a mocking glance and turned to leave.
Whether it was real or not, I'd deal with it later—right now, I was relishing this moment of satisfaction. I had more important things to do.
But first, I made a call home. Only after confirming that my grandmother was safe did I breathe a sigh of relief.
2
Thankfully, my grandmother was still alright.