She Became Glamorous after the Engagement Annulment

Chapter 77 - Who Says I Don't Dare to Turn On the Camera?

Someone more professional than her?

Whitney sneered. With a confident and arrogant look in her eyes, she scoffed, "Can you even find someone more professional than me in the States?"

Ms. Lynn tugged on Nora's sleeve and said, "Ms. Smith, the competition that Mrs. Lowe had participated in was the Blackpool Dance Festival. It's a world-class international ballroom dancing competition… Mrs. Lowe has founded a dance academy in New York that specializes in teaching students gifted in the art, and there are scores of people who wish for her guidance. She holds great authority in the dancing circle."

Then, Ms. Lynn lowered her voice and said, "In order to have her teach their children, there are even some wealthy families who treat her very politely. She's even given the Hunts' and the Smiths' children dance lessons before…"

Nora scoffed lightly when she heard Ms. Lynn's explanation. As it turned out, that woman named Whitney did indeed know what she was doing.

No wonder she had the guts to try resolving the issue with money in a kindergarten like this just now.

People engaged in the arts typically had rather lofty ideals. She must have formed an exaggerated opinion of her abilities, thanks to the other parents' flattery.

Nora cast her eyes down and slowly said, "Ms. Lynn, I will find someone more professional than her to judge whether Cherry is suitable to dance or not."

Whitney had exquisite makeup on. By then, she had also already put on her coat and leather shoes, making her seem exceptionally elegant. When she heard what Nora said, she sneered, "We'll wait and see, then. However, until you find someone more professional than me, Cheryl Smith will not be allowed to attend my dance classes!"

After saying that, she took Sinead's hand and turned to leave.

However, as soon as she turned, someone grabbed her ponytail. Then, her shoulder was held down and a great force threw her against the wall next to her!

Bam!

In front of Whitney was an icy-cold wall. Her hair was still being pulled and her shoulder held down. She couldn't move at all. Furious, she demanded, "What are you doing?"

A low and mild voice slowly reached from behind. "Mrs. Lowe, shouldn't you apologize to my daughter after bullying her?"

Cherry was mischievous and never allowed anyone to give her the short end of the stick.

Neither would Nora allow her daughter to suffer any grievances for no reason.

Whitney yelled, "No way!"

As soon as she did, Nora yanked her hair downward hard again, making her scalp sting terribly. As though she was simply stating a truth, the woman's voice was calm and peaceful as she said, "Apologize."

There was a murderous look in her frosty eyes.

Whitney shivered. She swallowed hard and clenched her fists tightly. At last, as though humiliated, she said, "I'm sorry."

"Yawn…"

Nora let go of her and yawned again. Only then did she pick up Cherry again and lazily leave the dance studio.

After she left, a furious Whitney yelled hysterically, "I'm calling the police! How dare she assault me! I'm having her thrown in jail!"

Ms. Lynn and the others finally recovered from the sudden turn of events just now.

At this point, the principal also arrived fashionably late. Upon hearing Whitney, he held her arm and said, "Mrs. Lowe, we're all people with respectable identities here. Moreover, we really have no idea who that lady is. The bigwigs have specially instructed us to treat her with civility…"