"Miss Perez!"
When the Store Manager saw Victoria Perez fall, he immediately reached out to help her up, but she shrugged him off.
"You shameless little wretch! How dare you hit me repeatedly!" Victoria Perez yelled.
Nia Mitchell stood frozen, her lips twitching. Hit her repeatedly? Are they mistaken? Wasn't this clearly self-defense?
"You clearly fell on your own. Don't blame me," Nia Mitchell retorted, rolling her eyes. She then turned and headed for the restroom, eager to relieve herself.
She still couldn't understand why such people existed. It was impossible to fathom the workings of their minds or what they schemed about day and night. Looking at Miss Perez's attire, she clearly wasn't lacking money. So why try to extort her? Her head ached from thinking about it, and Nia Mitchell still couldn't figure it out. Perhaps she should ask the very wealthy Uncle Peary later.