Joye's words made Eliza laugh.
She hooked her lips and raised her hand to hold Sawyer's arm. "Who told you that only Miss Chapman is qualified to be picky?"
"Even if I'm not the Miss Chapman, I'm also Sawyer's fiancée."
"My fiance is rich and I can be picky. Do you have to meddle in our affairs?"
After that, she glanced coldly at Joye and Beau behind her. "If Miss Young is not convinced, why don't you be as picky as me?"
"You're not picky..."
She hooked her lips and said in a long voice, "Is it because your fiance doesn't love you enough and is unwilling to pay for it?"
Eliza's words were full of provocation.
How could Joye, who looked highly of herself, withstand such mockery from Eliza?
She snorted and took a step back to hold Beau's arm. "Eliza, my fiance is still your ex-husband no matter what."
"You know how much money and power he has, don't you?"
"Weren't you talking nonsense?"
