It had been a long time and this woman had changed quite a bit.
Cassey sneered. "She's wearing Georgio Armani's design. It's a VIP tailor-made dress, priced at a market price of about 300,000 dollars; the purse hanging on her arm is a private collection, priced at a market price of about 700,000 dollars; her earrings and necklace are also new, adding up to almost one and a half million dollars; her shoes and bracelets are more common, adding up to a total of almost 100,000 dollars. Looks like this woman has found herself a rich guy.”
After a pause, she continued, “She’s also mingling quite well with those noblewomen, huh?"
I did not care if she was mingling well with those noblewomen or not. When I saw the women pulling and pushing Susan around, the anger in my heart could not be suppressed anymore. I quickly walked over and pushed them aside.
Before they could say anything, I said first, "Ladies, you're reputable figures around here. As women, don't you think it's a little disgraceful for you to team up against another woman?”
When Susan saw Cassey and me, she quickly came up
to me and whispered in my ear, "I was in a rush just now and accidentally bumped into Sara. I knocked her watch to the floor."
I looked at the floor after hearing what she said.
Sure enough, there was a broken watch on the floor.
It was Patek Philippe, which was worth millions.
"Who are you? Do you have a say here?" one of the noblewomen sternly said.
"She didn't apologize for breaking Sara's watch and acted in such a self-righteous manner. You think your actions are justified just because you’re poor?" These words were spoken by another noblewoman.
The two noblewomen were adorned with a lot of jewelry, which looked a little rustic. They were probably nouveau riche.
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