Chapter 107. Vengeance

Zara's POV

My gaze moved over the 5'0, dark-headed, blue-eyed girl. She was pretty. She could easily look like a runway model with her thin waist and slim body. She wore a simple white shirt that hugged her huge breasts, designer blue jeans, and some black high heels.

Her big blue eyes traveled over me; they were cold and hostile. She sneered. She seemed to enjoy my predicament.

I didn't recognize her at all, and I couldn't recall ever meeting her before.

"Who are you?" I asked, irritation slowly fueling my insides. There was no way that she was the one behind the attacks. She might be lovely and all that, but I surely didn't believe she was the brains behind these attacks.

"You don't recognize me?" She smirked, placing one of her manicured hands on her hips.

Was that pose supposed to make me remember her?

I shook my head.

"I am not a bit surprised that you don't remember me," she said, with venom in her sweet voice. "