Chapter 30
“No wonder Elixirs didn’t kick her out. It’s because of this!” Lynda gritted her teeth in jealousy as she thought of Sean’s handsome face. “I wonder how that jinx managed to hook up with that rich gay.”
“She must have sold her body to pull that of”
Lynda’s jealousy grew even deeper. Clutching her still–throbbing arm, she spoke viciously, “Mom, we can’t let that bitch latch onto some rich guy and trample all overus!”
“Of course.” A cruel glint flashed in Amy’s eyes. “Next time we see that rich guy, we’ll tell him all about Yvette’s past in the countryside. No rich man would like a country bumpkin!” This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.
Sean didn’t drive back to Murray Manor. Instead, he headed to the mall
“Vvie, something urgent came up, and I can’t take you home. Why don’t you go shopping? All ladies like shopping, right? Use my card and buy whatever you want.“‘
As he spoke, he pulled out a black card from his pocket and thrust it into Yvette’s hand.
He didn’t forget to remind her. “vie, don’t go home on your own. Wait for me to pick you up.” He had to hurry back and prepare the surprise lor her.
Without giving Yvette a chance to refuse, he drove off,
Yvette looked at the black card in her hand, feeling a little helpless. Why did everyone seem to enjoy giving her money?
‘Hey, Yas, isn’t that your sister over there?”
Yasmin’s face changed as she spotted Yvette in the distance. She quickly hid the emerald pendant she was holding.
Why was Yvette here? Wasn’t she supposed to be out with Sean?
“Yas, doesn’t she look like a lonely dog, standing there all by herself?”
“Yeah, she really does look like one. Her social sills must be terrible. No one wants to hang out with her.”
Hearing the socialites‘ mockery of Yvette, Yasul smiled secretly, but she maintained a facade of kindness.
“Hey, don’t say that about Yvie. She’s just new here and doesn’t have any friends yet. How about I introduce you to her? Maybe you could become friends!”
“No way. We don’t want to be friends with some country bumpkin like her. Yas, we only want to be friends with you.”
‘Exactly. We don’t want to be friends with a bumpkin.”
The more they scorned Yvette, the happier Yasunin felt–but she continued to feign concern. “Please, give her a chance for my sake. I just hate to see her all alone.”
“Yas, you’re just too kind. You’re even nice to a country bumpkin like her.”
The group of socialites reluctantly agreed, disdain still written on their faces, “Alright, Yas. Since you insist, we’ll do you this favor.”
“Yeah, we’re only doing this for you, Yas. Just looking at her makes me feel uncomfortable all over.”
With their agreement, Yasmin smiled faintly as her eyes glinted with malice.
These socialites had sharp tongues and looked down on country folk. This was the perfect opportunity for Yasmin to humiliate Yvette and her pent–up frustrations.