Chapter 120 A Furious Hugo

Meanwhile, in a messy apartment with scraps of paper torn from a notebook littering the floor, a drunk woman was sitting on the couch and hugging her knees. Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were full of anger and discontentment. It was Kayla. Thanks to Celia, all of her pride and self-esteem had been ripped to shreds. Even Triston, her mentor of four years, had abandoned her. He had berated her in front of a crowd.