Xaviera Evans looked up, challenging Tracy Swift, who gasped, her face stricken and furious, yelling, "What are you talking about?! I wrote this song four years ago, and I was sick at that time. It's not strange that I couldn't remember the slurs. You..."
Xaviera touched her chin innocently and replied, "Miss Swift, don't be nervous. There's no need to be anxious if you really are Rita."
Her words hammered into Tracy Swift's heart like heavy stones, making her face turn pale with fear. Others around also sensed that something was amiss.
"I... I'm not nervous."
Why is this bitch still alive? Shouldn't she have been sold off to some remote mountain by now? How could she have escaped? What a bunch of useless fools, to lose track of a woman like that.
