Only the few women from earlier remained in the cafe.
Suzy was the first to flare up, throwing the purse Jasmine 'gave' her onto the table and angrily questioning, "Irine, what do you mean by this! Are you doing this on purpose to screw me over?"
Irine was the woman who had just been trying hard to push Jasmine to go to the banquet; she nonchalantly flicked her bright red fingernails and said, "We're best friends, how could I do that to you on purpose?"
"Best friends, not screwing me over? Not screwing me over, then why are you constantly filling Jasmine's head with nonsense, making her go to the banquet in my place? Don't you know what kind of place those banquets are? What might happen to Jasmine if she goes, don't you know?" Suzy's face was almost contorted with anger, "You know full well Jasmine's background, yet you deliberately let her go in my place. If something happens to her, won't her parents blame me?"
