Switching the beams?
What's going on?
Could it be that Viola Thompson had already realized that these things are imitations?
No way!
Viola Thompson was just a country bumpkin, how could she just tell at a glance whether they were imitations or authentic products?
But in just a moment, Olga's expression returned to normal, "What do you mean 'switching the beams'?"
"You didn't know these were imitations?"
"Of course they're not imitations!" Olga continued, "Do you think this is your countryside? Where you can pass off shoddy goods as the real thing?"
Viola Thompson nodded slightly, her lips curved upwards, and then she turned to leave.
"Where are you going!"
Seeing her want to leave, Olga worried and immediately caught up with Viola Thompson's steps.
"I am going to the Lentz Clan."
Upon hearing that Viola Thompson was going to the Lentz Clan, Olga felt incredibly guilty.
