Meanwhile, Rachel Wood wasn't particular about branded clothes.

To her, as long as clothes looked good and were comfortable was more than enough. Whether it was branded or not was secondary.

"Miss, what I'm wearing isn't from the flea market..." Rachel said. There was a hint of coldness in her gentle voice.

"Didn't you get it from Goldfield Plaza? Must have been a minor brand..." Flora said once again, seemingly annoyed.

"That's enough..." Georgie Clementine looked at Flora and warned.

When Flora saw that Georgie indeed was mad, she immediately shut up...

Meanwhile, Henry Armstrong, who silently watched this whole thing unfold, couldn't bear it anymore. He shoved his row of mahjong pieces forward, scattering them.

After that, Henry looked at Flora blandly. "Who do you think you are? How dare you say such things here?"

With that, Henry glanced coldly at the rich kid next to Flora. "Don't bring women like this to my gathering next time. Otherwise, we won't be friends anymore..."

"No... Henry, she was just offering a kind reminder. Don't be upset..." The rich kid started apologizing with a smile.

was equally shocked. She didn't expect that Henry would start yelling at

worse off than Henry in terms of

they were business

looked more like a mean reminder to me. Get lost,

them were even

them expected the situation to turn out like

who were observing this began to feel

rich kid on a similar rank

people started guessing Rachel's

influential

she hiding

this moment, Sebastian Brenand pushed the door

a particularly good mood tonight. He even hummed a song as he walked in. "My love for you is like the wind that travels across thousands or tens of thousands of miles. It'll never end. It's like snow on the ground with no end

ties

was only slightly worse off compared to Henry, he didn't want to

all, he and Henry had many partnership deals. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access

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