"Miss Powell, there's no need to pretend." Xaviera Evans was about to leave when she suddenly stopped and gently laughed, "This is the Mamet family's backyard. No one from outside would come in without their permission. Who are you trying to fool here?"
Quinn Powell's face instantly stiffened.
Evans stood beside Quinn, sizing up her disheveled appearance, and said cheerfully, "Miss Powell, since you like the fishpond so much, feel free to soak in it a bit longer and wash off the filth on your body."
As she said this, Xaviera walked away gracefully, her high heels clicking on the ground.
Quinn stared at Evans' retreating figure, her eyes bloodshot, and her face twisted in anger.
Evans just left like that? How dare she be so brazen?
Quinn clenched her fists, thinking that if she climbed out by herself and accused Evans of pushing her in, not everyone might believe her. But if she stayed in the water, there was no telling when someone would come to save her.
Bitch!
