The noblewomen began a wave of discussion again. Their eyes were all overflowed with disgust and hatred.

Mary Sullivan's attitude and behaviour had triggered Xyla Quest. Xyla had the urge to slap her to the ground so hard that she could not even get up.

However, Xyla managed to hold back. She gazed at Mary coldly and took out the invitation card from her bag quietly.

Mary was shocked momentarily.

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None of them thought that Xyla would receive an invitation card.

Mary felt like she was being slapped by Xyla right on her face. How did Xyla get the invitation card?

She had spent so much effort to get such a precious and rare invitation card. How could Xyla have it?

Then, what was she doing just now? Was she dumb?

"I thought you said that she doesn't have an invitation? How come she has it?"

she has said all this while

because she has a chip on her shoulder?

made a

had directly shifted from Xyla to

hoped that she was

doesn't prove that you're not here for gold-digging. What do you know about antiques? What else would an amateur like you come to an occasion like this, if it's not for

far as she was concerned, Xyla knew

of her lips curved up gently. "Well I'm sorry, I really do admire antiques. What

She...

about antiques. She somewhat regretted that she had asked

she could not

do," Mary answered under the gun. Her face was full of determination and her hands hanging at the sides of her body clenched tightly into fists. "Oh... really? There's something I would like you to remind me...

yet uneducated. She was totally ignorant about this

does! What kind of artist doesn't indicate the year of

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