A wave of fury surged through Xenia—she even felt the urge to rip Flora's hair out.
What right did Flora have to slander her as a prostitute?
This woman was utterly vile and shameless!
"Miss Yorke, is your mouth a toilet bowl?" Xenia could no longer hold back her anger. It burned white-hot as she retorted without hesitation. "Do you really think you can just trample over me? You've accused me of stealing and even baselessly claimed I make a living by selling my body!"
"We don't even know each other, and yet you have the audacity to drag my reputation through the mud." Xenia stood her ground, unflinching. "Well, then, let me be clear: Flora, your mouth reeks like sewage, your heart is as filthy as kitchen scraps, and your nature is no better than a pest in a trash heap."
Flora's mouth
