Why is she even pretending? Does she think her intentions aren’t obvious to me?

“You—”

Jennifer was livid.

“What about me? Am I not speaking the truth?”

The gall she has to try and lecture me! Who does she think she is? What gives her the right to spew such nonsense at me?

“You’re utterly shameless.”

“It’s none of your f*cking business!” Sophie cussed.

“Stop trying to act holy in front of me. I’ve seen plenty of your type!” Sophie sniped back.

Right then, Ysabelle emerged from the changing room and walked up to Sophie.

“Sophie, do you think this dress suits me?” She liked the outfit but wanted a second opinion on whether she looked good in it.

“Ysabelle, you look great in it, as it brings out your charm.”

Jennifer preempted Sophie’s reply, rendering Ysabelle speechless.

Since when did I ask for her opinion? She’s such a busybody!

“It looks really good on you. Since you like it, why don’t I buy it for you?” Jennifer intended to pay for it.

From her perspective, building a good relationship with other girls was just a matter of giving them presents.

Instead, Ysabelle responded with a frown.

“Ms. Whitley, you should mind your own business. We’ll buy whatever we want, as the Lombard family has no problems affording something as trivial as this!”

“Try something else! This dress makes you look old.” She’s only nineteen. The color doesn’t suit her age.

“Okay.”

Ysabelle had already felt weird wearing the dress. Hence, Sophie’s words further cemented her apprehension toward it.

it’s such

you like it so much, shall I buy

upset, Jennifer held

changing room, leaving Sophie

me just because I said

do you think you are?” Why should I be bothered on her account? “Anyway, I have to remind you that Tristan is mine, and I’m not going to allow

you really think you can marry

you think it’s impossible just because you have the support of the

“You’re welcome to try!”

Old Mr. Lombard would approve of a girl like her.

your own

the changing room, Ysabelle returned

take a break. I’m exhausted after shopping

“Sure!”

have afternoon tea

at Jennifer’s refusal

resentment for you not obvious enough? Do you think I can stomach my food at the sight

treatment of Sophie had decided

was bereft of

“Let’s go.”

a second glance,

gone, Jennifer smashed everything in the shop hysterically, to the extent of paying millions in compensation before

milkshake bar, Ysabelle bought some cake and two

such a disgusting woman. Women who are jealous of

me nauseous.” To have the cheek to accuse me of being improper? Who does

noticed the hickey on

go with Uncle Tristan last night? You didn’t return to the condominium, did you? Also, I can clearly see the hickey on your neck!” With a lecherous glint in her eyes, Ysabelle questioned, “Come clean with

stumped for

to hickeys? It’s not like I’m flaunting it

whether both of you have done it?” Even though she’s

“No!”

hold himself back.” This is truly

lie to you? Enough about that.

the Lombard

“You’re welcome to try!”

a girl

her in the living

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