Nathalia knew it was Evette without even turning around. Evette had been studying abroad, but she would show up in Miami every now and then. Whenever something was happening, she would be there. One might wonder if she was actually studying at all.
Nathalia took a sip of her drink, without turning around, and said indifferently, "Will I? Let's wait and see. I look forward to the day Mr. Frank Carter taking over the European market."
Evette walked up to Nathalia angrily. Every time she made an appearance, she made sure she was beautifully dressed up—an expensively made red dress with luxurious jewelry, totally attention-seeking.
"You are his daughter, but you are not giving him any support. Do you think that's acceptable? I pawned all my jewelry and took out my savings to support dad."
"They were given to you from him, though. Why are you proud of it, giving back something to someone?" Nathalia didn't take a look at Evette.
