"People like that, they have a name online—'Shadow'. When they attack others, they don't need a reason. It's like a venomous snake biting someone, doesn't even realize it's poisonous."
Renee Morgan finished and looked slackly at Nicole Prescott, then said seriously, "Miss Prescott, don't get me wrong, I'm talking about Shadows."
Shockwaves flashed across people's faces. How is this any different from directly calling Nicole a Shadow?
Explaining only makes it worse…
Then they heard her add another line.
"And you… at best, you're an underdeveloped Shadow."
The private room fell into deadly silence. You could hear a pin drop.
Nicole Prescott gripped her wine glass, let it fall to the floor—'crack'—and stood up, glaring coldly at her: "Renee Morgan, looks like you don't want to make it in this industry, huh?"
