Chapter 23 Cordelia's Identity

Cordelia's eyes narrowed slightly, and she placed her hand on the woman's wrist, moving swiftly. With a forceful twist, the woman let out a miserable cry, and the cigarette fell to the ground. She raised her clear eyes, a hint of coldness gleaming. "I don't think it's your place to dictate anything in front of me." The previously arrogant women turned pale with fear. How could such a petite woman be so formidable? The woman on the right suddenly changed her expression, pupils contracting, and stammered, "I think I recognize her as the champion of a certain judo competition!" Their physical strength was weak, and they would be out of breath even after a short run. Knowing that Cordelia was a judo champion, they dared not provoke her. Cordelia's lips curled in a cold, alluring manner mixed with a hint of mischief. "Scram! Remember to turn around next time you run into me." Terrified, they all changed their expressions and dared not linger, quickly turning and fleeing. 'Hump, even