Pushing the wheels of her wheelchair, Queenie shot toward Arielle and was about to hit her.
“Arielle, you b*tch! Why didn’t you die?!”
However, since Queenie was crippled, it was impossible for her to hit Arielle.
Before Queenie reached out her arm, Arielle had already dodged to the side.
“You b*tch! B*tch! B*tch!” Screaming like she had lost her mind, Queenie grabbed a cup on the table and flung it at Arielle.
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