Charming Mommy of adorable triplets

GrasssyGreeen#: She’s that new designer, right? I didn’t expect that she would do such a thing. It turns out that masterpieces don’t really reflect the real personality of the designer. I’m never • buying Vaenna’s jewelry anymore.

A huge group of netizens started tagging Willow’s Twitter and Facebook accounts in their comments and even started a hashtag to condemn her.

Glazed Onion#: There’s no need to explain anymore. There’s so much concrete evidence, just deactivate your Facebook and Twitter account.

SpicyFood4Life#: You actually call yourself a jewelry designer? You’re an insult to those jewelry designs!

SexyV#: Isn’t it funny? A designer who came up with a collection of jewelry that pays tribute to the Gothic design concept didn’t even know designer Dila. I heard that she was able to come up with such perfect masterpieces after only a month of learning jewelry design. It’s a bit outrageous, don’t you think? I doubt those works have anything to do with her.

At the Vanderbilt manor…

Willow was attacked by the netizens so much that she dared not look at her phone, and her mind was about to break down again.

Leila walked up to her worriedly, picked up Willow’s cell phone, went through the vicious comments, and asked anxiously, “How did this happen? Haven’t you clarified it?”

would have the ability to let those goons push all the blame back t o me. D*mn it, Maisie Vanderbilt! That bitch is the person to be blamed! She should’ve been the one who got all the spotlight last night!” Willow bit the nail of her

it not been because Maisie had

onto us, mother-and-daughter, it seems that

mother. “What trump card do we have

explained smugly, “Of course it’s to push all the blame to Maisie. Since she wants you to take the fall for the incident, then how can we not put up a fight and

in the lounge turn into Ms. Santiago last night? Maisie must be the b*tch who set up the whole thing. If that’s the case, wouldn’t Ms. Santiago hate her too? So as long as we can push all the blame to Maisie, there’s no

afar when my daughter and Ms. Santiago fight each other to the death while

In the evening…

to the 16th floor. Almost all the staff members on the 16th floor had gone off work, and only the office’s lights were still

on the desk asleep with a pen in her hand, and

the pen in her hand, put it away, and glanced

only when she’s