Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Besia really lost her temper and walked over with a heavy look: "Where have you been? We waited for you outside for an hour before you came back."

The girl hooked the can with her index finger and shook it. The sunlight cast a shadow on her thick eyelashes, and her delicate face was full of indifference.

Besia couldn't stand being ignored, so she took another step forward and questioned the girl condescendingly: "...You are not from here, you should not be familiar with the Sixth Continent. What are you doing out there?"

Her condescending posture and domineering attitude all showed her status in this land.

Qiao Nian didn't like her aggressive aura of the superior to the inferior.

Just then, the remaining people from the three groups came in from outside and squeezed into the house in a mighty manner. The small space became narrow, and even the air stagnated and stopped flowing.

"Tsk." The low sneer sounded like the gurgling and boiling sound of bubbling Coke.

Besia felt a faint sense of oppression.

Qiao Nian raised her slender neck, her dark eyes were cold and sharp, without a smile: "Who are you?"

Besia was stunned, her eyes lingering on her face: "You don't remember me? Or didn't recognize me? You don't know who I am."

Qiao Nian threw the can into the trash can with one finger, making a swaying sound, stood up expressionlessly, and confronted her.

"Who am I to question me here?"

"..."Why is she so arrogant...

Besia looked at the woman who was a few centimeters shorter than her, but suppressed her with her momentum, and couldn't describe the shock in her heart.

"You..."

She felt that she was from the Sixth Continent, born in a prestigious family like the Irene family. Even if she was not the main branch like Eleanor who was born with the right of inheritance, her status was far higher than many people in the institute-because she was from the Sixth Continent!

She was naturally superior to others.

This chemist was an outsider who was invited from outside, and Bethia had never respected him psychologically.

She could kill him with just one finger, so why should she respect him?

"Get out."

Qiao Nian interrupted succinctly, pointing to the direction of the door.

"By the way, take your people and close the door."

*

Half an hour later.

Pierre rubbed his eyebrows and had a headache: "So you were 'invited' to leave?"

He said the word 'invited' carefully, fearing that it would hurt her wound, and spoke first, with a very low attitude.

However, he still heard Bethia's dull tone: "Yes." When she realized it, her legs had already walked out uncontrollably, and she obediently closed the door for others.

When she came back to her senses, her eyes focused on the complicated eyes of her team members. Bethia woke up as if she had been poured with a bucket of ice water. She should have been shivering from the cold, but her blood was boiling because of the burning shame.

Her whole body was like ice and fire, her face was blue, white, and red, and it took a long time before she dragged her stiff steps back to her residence with others.

She was a little embarrassed and uneasy: "I feel that she is not an ordinary person... She gives people a strange feeling, not a feeling that ordinary people can give."

"Miss Bethia!" Pierre interrupted her with a dumb laugh: "A chemist who can become famous on the black network is definitely not an ordinary person."