Misha Evans heard the sounds of admiration around her, her expression growing increasingly arrogant.
She knew that as long as she appeared in this skirt, Evelyn Sherman would definitely be outshone by her.
Today, she was going to show Evelyn what a true rich young lady was, daring to compete with her for a man!
"It seems Miss Evans has a poor memory, we just met yesterday, how could you say it's been a long time?" Evelyn looked at Misha, who was as flashy as a peacock, with a corner of her mouth curling into a proper smile, not intending to argue with her.
Deliberately bringing up yesterday was meant to remind Misha Evans of the two slaps on her face, to learn to restrain herself a little.
"I don't pay much mind to people without anything special about them, but it's tough for Miss Sherman to have such a deep impression of me," Misha said, covering her mouth to snicker.
She belittled Evelyn, elevated herself, and even left Evelyn at a loss for words.
