Chapter 646 The Chips Are Mine

It was normal that Priscilla didn't know Grace. In this circle, the line between the original wife and the mistress was clear. Men were smart. They knew who could be brought out in front of whom and who couldn't.

Although Raymond and Hestia had divorced long ago, he had never given Priscilla a title in all these years.

She could only mingle in the circles of these wealthy ladies because of Jake and a lot of money.

Others respected her for two reasons. Firstly, because Hestia was aloof and never participated in their activities. Secondly, they speculated whether Jake would ascend to power and hence give her a boost in

status.

"Oh, Aunt Priscilla. I'll address you as you wish for Uncle Raymond's sake," Grace responded casually.

It wasn't for Priscilla. It was for Raymond.

Priscilla wasn't angry. "I've heard about you from Jake."

"What did he say about me?"

daughter and that

remember him. I just remember that... he was chubby, overdressed, and not taller than five feet two. He's very much like

face darken. "You've mistaken him. My Jake is well-known for his

Grace, I've met Jake before. He's about five feet ten. There aren't many

gaze. "How about compared to

that name, Jean stiffened. "Well, naturally, Jake falls

an acknowledged fact

a double doctorate degree at 18 years old. Now, he was even in charge of the Fulton

at Jean. "So, you do have eyes, Mrs. Jones. Otherwise, I would have thought Mr. Jones had abandoned his original wife and

who had also

particularly close to Priscilla. Feeling embarrassed by

she didn't

endure it silently. The gap between the Jones and

insurmountable.

chip in the middle. "Looks can't

followed

anything he needs help with, you

tightened her grip on her cards, squinting at the sharp-tongued woman before

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