Chapter 42 Guinevere’s gaze landed smugly on the expensive dress that Stella was donning. As if realization dawned upon her, she said, “Yvonne is generous indeed. Her family owns an haute couture production line, and the garments can’t be bought even if one has the money. She is a candid and righteous person, indeed. Making friends with people like her would save one a lot of trouble and bring many benefits.”

Stella’s eves flickered as she turned towards Guinevere and said, “Sorry, but were you trying to hint it was me?”

Guinevere was stunned, not expecting Stella to be so forthcoming.

She recovered from her minor shock and stepped forward suddenly, leaning in closer to Stella. “I’m just casually chatting with you and just made a passing remark on something about Yvonne that I just recalled. I didn’t expect you to wear that hat on yourself.” The smile on her face appeared genuine. “Don’t take to heart what I just said. I wasn’t referring to you. If what I said made you misunderstand, I apologize.” In the face of such criticism, Stella only felt like laughing.

She clenched her fists and released them. “There’s no need for an apology. I just hope you won’t say such misleading things in the future.”

Guinevere’s face turned dark as she sneered and flung Stella’s arm away.

Stella stepped forward, intending to leave, when she suddenly stopped in her tracks. “Ms. Cohen, I’m one who doesn’t like to beat around the bush. After all, I don’t know you, and it’s my first time seeing you. If you have any thoughts or opinions about me, please make them

I would be clueless as to how I

brows hitched as she said with surprise, “Why do

even fit to offend her in the first

I have no idea how much I look like her, the fact that Yvonne keeps talking about her tells me that we really look alike. I have no idea what grudges

really wanted to draw a clear line

the entertainment circle for a good while, Guinevere wasn’t

 

some conflict with that lady you resemble, but I wouldn’t exactly call it a grudge. She’s merely a woman overestimating herself in trying to seduce Weston. I can’t even quite remember what she looks like and only remembered that such a person existed when I saw

into her flesh as pain seared

looked on at Guinevere, trying hard to appear curious. “I see. What happened to that

“What happened to her?”

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