Chapter 210 A Cat’s Paw

“Oh gosh. Isn’t that Young Master Matthew?”

“Hurry and take some pictures! Since when did he drive such a cheap car?”

“This is going to be in the headlines.”

“Oh, I get it. It must be a branded car with a lame design.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. You’re clever.”

 

In light of Matthew’s identity, all the onlookers were racking their brains to investigate the truth behind that car. While Veronica was getting out of the car, she overheard their discussion and was annoyed.

 

So what if it is only worth ten thousand? Why are they judging someone for a mere means of transport? Geez!

Before she could even voice her thoughts, the reporters focused their gazes upon her. “Isn’t she Veronica Murphy? The one who forced Miss Larson to abort the child.”

“Oh, I know her! She’s the long-lost daughter of the Larson Family!”

“They resemble each other so much, but after taking a closer look, they have different sets of eyes. Veronica has a mole on her nostrils and she has short hair.”

“Could it be that Young Master Matthew called off the engagement to Tiffany because of her?!”

“What’s going on?”

gazes burning into her skin, it

exclaimed behind her. “Oh! Isn’t

glittering dress. Her maroon tresses were tied up to expose her neck wearing a necklace. With the diamond tiara adorned on

just call

as another person. I’m

handshake out of courtesy before responding, “Nice to meet you, Veronica. I’m

glanced at Matthew. “I’m Matthew’s friend. We grew up

instantly as

was shown toward Ruka’s courtesy, which resulted in Ruka’s hand

brat who grew up in the village. She knows nothing about etiquette.” Following behind Ruka

best friend, Reese

dare a country bumpkin like her wear a Dior dress! This is the limited edition of the latest collection with a price of 800,000. Why don’t you

handle the decoration. It was not difficult to see through their malicious intentions, though. Judging from their relationship with Tiffany, they

the rude girl

that, she turned to another girl. “You’re Caitlyn, right? I don’t care if you’re blind, but allow me to remind you of your awful sense of fashion. Dull-skinned; short and flat-chested, yet you’ve chosen a white tube dress? It’s so tight and small for you. Just how many pads did you shove into your chest? You should’ve used the money to get a boob job instead. Don’t try to stand out when you’re not even that attractive. Know your place or it’ll backfire. Who knows?

today? Why must I listen to dogs barking

“Pfft. She’s sharp-tongued.”

“Interesting.”

“Gosh, that’s nasty.”

had

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