Sophia originally looked relaxed. When Jessica mentioned her age, Sophia's face suddenly turned ashen with outrage.
"Jessica, after so many years, I didn't expect you to still be so mean. What's wrong with a 30 years old woman? Should a woman die when she's 30 years old?"
Although Molly did not know Sophia, she could feel Sophia's rage soaring from listening to her conversation with Jessica.
Molly couldn't help but coldly snort and glanced at Sophia, "Well, you said it first. It's not a big deal for a woman to be thirty. However, if she has amnesia when she's thirty, it would be a big problem."
"What does it have to do with you? I'm talking to your master?" Sophia couldn't hold her anger anymore, and her tone wasn't as calm as before.
"What era is it? Master? Did you come from ancient time?"
After Molly finished speaking, she whispered to Jessica, "Is this woman crazy?"
"You!" Sophia's face suddenly turned gloomy, and she didn't know how to retort, causing her to stand there with embarrassment.
Actually, Jessica felt Sophia was not normal. However, it was impolite to say it out loud.
Since Molly had said it, she had to end it well.
Jessica took a step forward and looked straight at Sophia. She said with a serious expression, "Sophia, don't you always say that you are a very elegant woman? Since that's the case, if you feel I have offended you and have wronged you, you can openly say it out. Such a sinister innuendo is inappropriate and low class."
Jessica suddenly leaned forward and whispered in her ear in a voice that only they two could hear, "No men would take a fancy to it."
Sophia's eyes widened, "What are you talking about? I really don't understand what you're talking about."
Jessica was so close to her. Seeing Sophia looking behind her, Jessica turned around and saw Carl who had walked over.
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