When Rowan Ross saw Eleanor Bishop grab ahold of Mika Summers, she raised her hands to pull Mika’s hair. Seeing this, Mika Summers kicked out hard. The blow sent Rowan stumbling back several steps. With a loud THUD, her head slammed into the bathroom stall door behind her, and her hand plunged right into the trash can on the floor.

The pain radiating through her body was one thing, but the grime now coating her hand sent her into a blind rage.

"AHHH!!! I’ll kill you!" she screamed, scrambling up from the floor and lunging at Mika Summers.

Eleanor Bishop, standing nearby, was clearly terrified by her cousin’s outburst. ’My cousin has always been so proud,’ she thought. ’How could she turn into this?’

As the woman charged at her again, Mika Summers simply kicked out once more.

This time, Rowan Ross went down with a SMACK, hitting the floor hard.

The pain was so intense she no longer had the strength to charge at Mika Summers again. She lay sprawled on the floor, crying and cursing, "You bitch! How dare you hit me! I won’t let you get away with this!"

Mika Summers’s lips curled into a cold smile. "Excellent. As it happens, I wasn’t planning on letting you off the hook either."

"If you’ve got any guts, you’ll stay right there. I’m making a call. Just you wait. You’re going to regret this!" As she spoke, Rowan Ross had already pulled her phone from her pocket and was dialing a number.

Mika Summers crossed her arms, smiled, and nodded. "Fine. I’ll wait."

Rowan Ross was so infuriated by Mika Summers’s attitude that she nearly threw her phone at her. She desperately wanted to scramble back to her feet and have another go at the bitch, but it was obvious she was no match for her. She had to call for backup.

"Honey, someone’s picking on me! Yes, here at the hotel. I’m in the third-floor restroom now. Okay, I’ll wait for you to get here."

...

Hearing Rowan Ross on the phone, a worried Eleanor Bishop tugged on Mika Summers’s sleeve. "Mika, you should go," she whispered.

"Eleanor, don’t worry." Mika Summers smiled and gently patted Eleanor Bishop’s hand.

But how could Eleanor Bishop not worry? It was just the two of them here. What would they do if her cousin really brought people over? ’I already feel so terrible about what happened to Mika,’ she thought. ’This is only going to make things worse...’

Just then, Rowan Ross finished her call and got up from the floor. She walked over to the sinks to clean her hands, then splashed water on her face before straightening her messy hair and clothes.

Mika Summers watched Rowan Ross’s movements, the smile on her face widening and a clear look of mockery in her eyes.

Rowan Ross turned and saw the loathsome smirk on Mika Summers’s face. She snarled, "Don’t you get too pleased with yourself. Just wait. I’m going to make a bitch like you kneel on the floor and beg me!"

"Hm, quite confident. Your courage is admirable. In fact, after what you just said, I’m starting to see you in a whole new light. I’m very impressed..." Mika Summers nodded with a smile, her tone dripping with even more sarcasm.

’The nerve of this woman...’

Rowan Ross tilted her chin up smugly, crossed her arms, and reverted to her usual arrogant demeanor. "Don’t try to get on my good side," she said coldly. "Don’t think a few flattering words will make me let you off the hook. Dream on. Do you even know who I just called? When he gets here, you’re as good as dead. Not even Tristan Grayson himself could save you."

"Is that so? In that case, I’m dying to see what kind of man a woman like you has shacked up with."

Mika Summers wasn’t afraid, but Eleanor Bishop was terrified. Her cousin was involved with all sorts of people, so she had no doubt that Rowan was telling the truth.