But the lady of high society didn't give her face, smiled again, appreciated her displeased face color, and whispered, "Oh, seeing Mr. Ingram's assistant's attitude, you probably won't have a next time."
"Brains are a good thing; it's better to walk around in the Beijing Circle with your brain. Otherwise, you might carelessly kick an iron plate and end up with a broken leg, which wouldn't be good!"
Originally, Sherly Iversen was merely feeling embarrassed, struggling to save face. But after hearing her words, her feelings evolved from initial embarrassment to fear and trepidation.
Her palms were pinched tight, fingertips trembling, her bitten lips bloodless and pale, with brows tightly furrowed, she truly did not know where she had gone wrong.
That girl looked so ordinary!