Teasing her on purpose

Ira watched Olivia in anticipation as she threw angry blows at the punching bag hanging above her.

It was frightening to see such a timid and calm girl taking it into the bag. The anger and aggression with each blow were frightening

She had never seen Olivia with such rage. She was even doing it better than her who had been in the mafia world her entire life

sitting in a corner sipping on the bottle of cold water.

Ira was stupefied. Almost shocked. It seemed jealousy and anger went together

Whenever a woman was jealous, it was dangerous territory. Watching Olivia punch the bag with all her might made her recall something.

A certain memory she had buried deep in her. The girl, dressed in red, was doing the same thing Olivia was doing. Venting her anger at the poor punching bag.

“Hey, hey… that's enough, “Ira said, having had enough of Olivia torturing herself.

“Stay… away,” Olivia said with heavy breaths as she continued hitting the target. Every blow made a sharp impact.

“Whose face ar