That woman obviously didn't believe it; she scoffed, "Cut it out, you trying to fool ghosts? With that poor and ragged appearance of his?"
The Missing Group is a fairly well-known company. Anyone with even a slight connection to the business world knows about it.
"Hmph, my flower shop alone is worth a million dollars," the woman said indignantly.
"Well, I only started one company, and it's worth a hundred million dollars," Suri Drew replied indifferently.
"You're nothing more than a face made of plastic surgery. When I was young, I was much prettier than you," the woman said again without lowering her voice.
"Heh, don't talk to me about appearance. You've got the nerve to bring up your looks when you were young? Are you even in the same league as me? Can you have some shame?" Suri Drew said disdainfully.
For a moment, the woman didn't know what to say. She was so angry as she looked around, turning to her son playing on his phone.
