"It's you, isn't it?" Maeve Lane's expression was calm, but her words were full of certainty, "Summer Ainsworth ended up being collateral damage for you."
"So what if it is?" Sylvia Lane walked to a secluded spot, her tone mocking, "Don't pretend, I know what you're thinking. You think I'm a vicious woman, but you're just as vicious as me! Didn't you know Summer was innocent? Yet you took this chance to get rid of her, didn't you? So why are you pretending?"
Maeve Lane raised an eyebrow, "Getting worked up already? I haven't even said anything yet, and you're already jumping to conclusions?"
Sylvia Lane felt like choking on her own fury.
Compared to Sylvia Lane's intense words, Maeve Lane was composed, "I called to tell you not to waste your effort sending anyone to bother me... Why don't you just come yourself, save me the trouble of coming after you."
"I don't have time to waste on you!"
"Oh, then it's your 'dogs' that come to bother me."
"You!!"
