Seeing her like this, Libby Carter exclaimed, "What happened?"
Estelle couldn't speak as she glanced at me.
I was leaning against the bed frame, browsing my cell phone.
Seeing that Estelle glanced at me, Libby figured out the situation in her heart. She walked towards me angrily.
"Did you hire a man to hit her?"
"You slut. You seduce men every day and ask them to fight for you. Did your parents send you here to sell yourself? How can you be so cheap? If I were your mother, I would be so ashamed..."
Estelle waved her hand to signal Libby to stop talking further.
But it was too late.
I put down my cell phone and slapped Libby twice.
Libby was hit, and her face quickly turned red.
Her eyes were full of disbelief as she said, "You dare to hit me!"
She raised her hand and wanted to fight back.
I had been practicing boxing for four years anyway. I grabbed her wrist easily and locked her arm. Then Libby couldn't move.
Even so, Libby didn't shut up and learn her lesson, cursing, "You bitch. You dare to hit me and Estelle. I will tell the counselor about this. Then you can't graduate."
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