Marianne Jackson staggered back a step, almost falling again.
Her anger surged uncontrollably.
She suddenly stood up straight and shouted loudly, "Louis Cox, stop right there!"
Louis paused, suddenly halting his steps.
He turned around, squinting his eyes, and sized her up and down.
Marianne let out a breath and walked up to him, chin raised, "Apologize to me. You must apologize to me today!"
"I say," Louis raised an eyebrow with a smile, "Are you fucking sick? If you're sick, go to the hospital."
Looking down arrogantly, indifferent and casual.
He didn't even bother to ask who she was, nor did he take her seriously at all.
Marianne was taken aback, her face flushed red with anger, exclaiming, "How dare you talk to me like that! Do you know who I am?"
"Hah." Louis laughed ambiguously again and turned to leave.
