"Oh gosh. Isn't that Young Master Matthew?"
"Hurry and take some pictures! Since when did he drive such a cheap car?"
"This is going to be in the headlines."
"Oh, I get it. It must be a branded car with a lame design."
"Yeah, that makes sense. You're clever.”
In light of Matthew's identity, all the onlookers were racking their brains to investigate the truth behind that car. While Veronica was getting out of the car, she overheard their discussion and was annoyed.
So what if it is only worth ten thousand? Why are they judging someone for a mere means of transport? Geez!
Before she could even voice her thoughts, the reporters focused their gazes upon her. "Isn't she Veronica Murphy? The one who forced Miss Larson to abort the child."
"Oh, I know her! She's the long-lost daughter of the Larson Family!" "They resemble each other so much, but after taking a closer look, they have different sets of eyes. Veronica has a mole on her nostrils and she has short hair."
"Could it be that Young Master Matthew called off the engagement to Tiffany because of her?!"
"What's going on?"
Due to their loud gossipy discussion, the newly arrived guests could not help but cast their curious gazes on Veronica. Since she felt their scorching gazes burning into her skin, it was making her annoyed. However, considering that it was Elizabeth's birthday banquet, she calmed herself down as it was untimely to cause a ruckus on such an occasion.
Someone exclaimed behind her. "Oh! Isn't that Tiffany?"
She stopped in her tracks and swiveled to see a beautiful woman in a black glittering dress. Her maroon tresses were tied up to expose her neck wearing a necklace. With the diamond tiara adorned on her hair, she literally looked like a princess from a fairy tale.
Did she just call me 'Tiffany'?
"I'm sorry, but you've mistaken me as another person. I'm Veronica Murphy." Veronica introduced herself confidently.
"Oh, you're Tiffany's younger sister, right?" The woman offered a handshake out of courtesy before responding, "Nice to meet you, Veronica. I'm Ruka Dame.”
Then, she glanced at Matthew. "I'm Matthew's friend. We grew up together."
Speaking of that, Veronica immediately recalled the woman's identity. The glow in Veronica's eyes dimmed instantly as she asked with an icy voice, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Not a smidgen of compromise was shown toward Ruka's courtesy, which resulted in Ruka's hand hanging awkwardly in the air.
"Tsk tsk. I expect nothing more from a brat who grew up in the village. She knows nothing about etiquette." Following behind Ruka was Reese, who was best friends with Tiffany.
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