"No.
This is impossible!
Karina squinted her eyes, and at this mont, she looked up at Viola Thompson, fixed her gaze fiercely on Viola's eyes, controlling Viola with her trendous ntal strength, putting her into a hypnotic state. "Viola, co with !"
Viola curved her lips in a faint smile, "Trifling tricks."
Karina was taken aback once again.
How could this happen?
Her hypnotic technique actually failed.
Before Karina could react, she was disoriented, like she had lost consciousness. She picked up a glass of wine and frantically sprinted forward.
Bang!
The next second, she collided with Miyamoto Fujiko.
No one expected such a scene, and there were gasps all around.
"Mrs. Miyamoto, are you alright?"
By the ti Karina slowly regained consciousness, she was already flat on the floor.
To be precise, she fell on top of Miyamoto Fujiko.
Karina's eyes widened, she didn't have ti to think, and imdiately used her hands to push herself up from the ground, and hastily apologized, "Mrs. Miyamoto, I'm so sorry! I didn't an to!"
It was the first ti the usually superior Karina had experienced such an event.
As a hypnotist, she was not unfamiliar with the just-experienced sensation.
She was ... hypnotized!
If not, she would not have lost consciousness, let alone have knocked over Miyamoto Fujiko.
Hypnotized!
Realizing this, Karina's eyes were filled with an incredulous look.
Could it be that Viola knows hypnosis too?
No way!
Definitely not!
There's no way Viola, this lowly Sinian citizen, could know such an advanced hypnotic technique.
What gives her the right!
What are her qualifications!
Miyamoto Fujiko who was helped up looked at Karina in front of her, full of anger. But rembering that she was a guest personally invited by her nephew, she didn't say much, turning her gaze to the approaching assistant, "Accompany to change my dress."
"Okay." The assistant nodded.
Mrs. Miyamoto turned and walked away.
Karina had now beco the centre of attention at the party. People were pointing at her, whispering about what happened.
Their words felt like heartbreaking daggers drilling into Karina's ears.
Utterly appalling!
She was wearing a white dress, and now the red wine was all spilled on her chest. It was as embarrassing as it could get.
When had the usually proud Karina ever experienced sothing so humiliating?
Karina took a deep breath and ran towards the restroom.
Upon arrival in the restroom, she called her assistant to bring over clean clothes.
The assistant's speed was swift.
She arrived in half an hour.
After changing into clean clothes, instead of leaving imdiately, Karina sought out Miyamoto Fujiko. "Mrs. Miyamoto, I'm really sorry! I apologize for startling you tonight. This is the Beauty Pill I specially arranged to send over. Please don't hold it against ."
Just wait.
She would make Viola pay.
She was always the one scheming against others, never had she been victim of a sche.
The beauty pills?
If it weren't for Viola Thompson's Beauty pills, Miyamoto Fujiko might have taken a closer look at these so-called beauty pills. After all, all won love beauty, and no woman doesn't care about her appearance.
But now.
With Viola's Beauty pills as a benchmark, other high imitation products, no matter how similar, she wouldn't cast a second glance at.
"Miss Karina, what happened tonight was just an accident and I won't take it to heart, you don't need to either." As the words fell, Miyamoto Fujiko glanced at the things on the table, "As for these beauty pills, you can take them back. I appreciate the gesture!"
"Mrs. Miyamoto!"
Miyamoto Fujiko was obviously not interested in talking more with Karina, turned to the assistant beside her, "Please escort the guest."
"Yes." The assistant stood up, picked up the box on the table, and walked over to Karina, "Miss Karina, please."
Karina wanted to say more, but she swallowed down her words.
Miyamoto Fujiko is currently infuriated, more words would do no good.
Soon, Karina boarded the hotel-bound car.
Half an hour later, the car arrived at the hotel entrance.
When Karina returned, Seaton still hadn't co ho.
Karina sat in front of the desk, reviewing everything that happened at the party.
If it weren't for the hypnosis, there was absolutely no reason for her to inexplicably grab a wine glass and collide with Miyamoto Fujiko.
But hypnosis is not sothing everyone can learn.
Viola is diocre, how could she know such a profound hypnosis technique?
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