Kendra gave her a sharp gaze. She didn't want to argue with her in public, so she shook her hand, turned around, and said nothing.

However, Fiona grabbed Kendra's arm again and glared, "The receptionist doesn't let you in, either? And you're acting proudly, who do you think you are?"

"Take off your hands on me. I don't need to explain anything to you," She squinted, pushed Fiona's hand away.

"Bitch, you think I will let you go easily? If it were not for you, I wouldn't have ...