"You'd destroy me like this over one woman's pathetic act? You'll die ugly for this."
Touch me one more time, and you and that bitch won't even know how you died.
"Oh?"
Brent stopped. His fingers clamped down on my jaw, forcing my face up,
and he studied me with open, mocking amusement.
"Back to playing the big Miss Pruitt, are we? But this is Monterra City."
Gloria strutted forward with her hands on her hips, took one look at the wreck of me, and let out a delicate little laugh behind her palm.
"Sis, even if you call someone, what exactly are they going to do to us? All we did was splash a little water on you. It's the water festival! If people could die from getting splashed at a water festival, would there be any justice left in this world?"
They were certain they hadn't broken any law.
Certain that a pampered heiress from Kingsport had no power here.
They wanted to use this moment to grind me, and the entire Pruitt family, under their heels.
But they were so, so stupid.
Because while they stood there running their mouths, spewing every filthy word they had,
a hundred jet-black industrial water cannon trucks were rolling toward them across Starhaven Plaza.
As the thundering roar of those hundred machines swelled behind me,
I looked at Brent and Gloria and let the coldest smile I had spread across my face.
Fine. You love playing with water so much? This lady will play with you properly today.
