She turned to look at Megan with a sullen face and said, “Are you stalking me? Why are you everywhere?"

“This is Hilton Group's private party. Where else would I be?"

“I didn't know dogs were allowed inside this building."

“Are you calling me a dog? How dare you!"

Blair smirked.

“Of course I‘m not calling you a dog. Dogs are so cute.”

She shrugged her shoulders, sizing Megan up contemptuously with her eyes and said, "You? Not so much!"

Megan went red with fury and her face contorted into an animalistic snarl. She stifled heavy breaths behind gritted teeth and then retorted, "You've been waiting for Wesley for about ten years now, right? How come you guys aren't together yet?"

“Who told you we weren't together?" Blair said absent-mindedly while checking herself in the mirror.

Megan reached out her hand and pointed to Blair's face in the mirror.

“Then why did Wesley not marry you? You must be 27 or 28, right? You are an old woman now." Megan had just washed her hands but she didn't wipe them yet. The water from her hand dripped into Blair's Perfecting

Cushion.

“Look what you did, you bitch! My new Perfecting Cushion is ruined!'

Blair's face darkened.

Megan was elated by Blair's sullen face. She could never treat Debbie like this, because the latter knew kung fu. Since Blair didn't know kung fu, Megan thought that she could mess with her because she was a pushover.

“Why don't you call Wesley and snitch on me? Tell him that I ruined your Perfecting Cushion." Megan was certain that Blair would not dare to mess with her, and even if she did, Wesley would never believe her.

Debbie used to be Mrs. Hilton, though she was not now. In contrast,

Blair was not even Wesley's girlfriend.

Blair put the Perfecting Cushion on the countertop.

"Pay for it," she said coldly.

“Pay for it?" Megan scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“In your dreams.

Wesley doesn't like you at all, and yet you keep bugging him Like a pest. You know what? That night, he told me that he wished you were half as soft as me. He said you wore a deadpan face every day and your skills in bed matched those of a dead fish. He doesn't even think you're as attractive as Patty."

Blair fished her phone out of her purse and called Wesley, hoping to wipe the smug look on Megan's face.

Megan noticed the caller ID-"Him"-and wondered, ‘Is she calling