TWENTY THREE

Third Person's PoV

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*smack*

The crisp sound of a slap echoed throughout the entire lobby, causing a few people walking by or going about their business to stop and gather around. Exelle raised an eyebrow, watching the scene unfold, aware she was responsible for the loud slap. The unfortunate recipient of her sharp 180° slap was none other than Rylie.

'If you didn't come here and start this, you wouldn't have ended up embarrassed like this,' Exelle mused to herself. For her, Rylie wouldn't be pitied if she had just thought twice before acting. In their situation, Rylie was the pitiable one, not Exelle, especially since Rylie was a celebrity.

"Aren't you tired of attacking me to show off your lousy act?" Exelle hissed, adjusting her sling bag that had been slightly askew due to Rylie's abrupt grab earlier. She also smoothed out the wrinkles in her clothes as she clicked her tongue, appearing as though she wasn't pleased with how things had turned out.

'Stupid bitch,' Exelle cursed