The table fell silent, and everyone burst out laughing. Leila remained composed as she watched them cracking up. She did not mind it. It was part of the process. She knew the arrogant were the ones who fell for an easy trick.
After they finished laughing, one of the girls spoke up.
"You can dress a villager nicely and bring them to a high-end establishment, but it looks like you cannot take the village out of them," The tone was filled with deep mocking as she looked down on Leila.
This girl did not like Leila on sight. She hated girls with soft features the most because she had strong features. Even her mother and her sisters made fun of the fact that she looked like her father, who was a short and stocky man.
He was wealthy, so he did not struggle to land a beautiful woman. He was also a new money businessman who made a fortune in mining accidentally. He did not care about his wife's background.
