Never Late, Never Away

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 194

It was morally wrong, but people in this world were divided into categories based on the power and money they had.

In society, those with money were the ones who enjoyed a luxurious life. Meanwhile, those who did not have to live a tough life. What about happiness and health? What category would that be fitted into? Vivian felt that she and Yasmin were people who had vastly different world views.

Vivian questioned her instead, “What about you? Who do you think you are to Mrs. Norton?”

“M-Me?” Yasmin barked out a laugh before continuing, “I’m the famous Yasmin Ziller. I’m somebody. Moreover, I’m the ambassador of Finnor Group. Even Mr. Finnick Norton has to greet me politely, not to mention his wife.”

The one standing in front of you is the Mrs. Norton you’re talking about. What a pity you don’t know, Vivian thought. It’s tough being Mrs. Norton.

Yasmin whipped her smooth hair, and the aromatic scent of perfume wafted across Vivian’s nose. Attacked by the sudden smell, Vivian sneezed.

Mockingly, Yasmin muttered, “I heard the items in the auction today are worth millions. I’m surprised you’re trying to show off with your meagre salary. The guests today are all billionaires, and they spend hundreds of millions on each purchase. All you can do is to watch them. You can’t afford anything here at all.”

Vivian only smiled at her. She was here with Finnick. If not for his grandfather, she would not have come to a place like this.

did not like auctions, feeling that it was a place that rich people show off their money. Although this was

what are you thinking about? Get lost if you don’t have the

this time, she pushed

her high heels. With that push,

behind her

instantly put on a

Yasmin’s voice was coated with

icy hands. Frowning, he asked,

appearance made her feel

fine. Don’t worry. I met Yasmin, and we had a chat. It’s

to tidy up Vivian’s clothes. He only nodded after

side, Yasmin’s mouth was hanging

of Vivian, and the way he looks at her is so gentle. Yet, every time Finnick looked at Yasmin, he was glaring at her with a

displaying their love in broad daylight. What about Mrs. Norton? Aren’t they afraid that Mrs.

entered Yasmin with a jolt. She suddenly realized something. She could barely