Chapter 100: Speak Human to Humans, Speak Ghost to Ghosts_1

Time had not left any marks on Katie Poole's face.

Whether from afar or up close, she was just so beautiful.

She did not look like a woman who had passed her thirties at all.

Nowadays, she was adorned with designer brands, exuding elegance and luxury, her presence increasingly resembling that of Wyatt Perry.

Even if she was deliberately imitating, she did it convincingly.

The Hermes crocodile skin Birkin bag she was carrying cost hundreds of thousands; Claudia Ross had never been willing to buy one.

As Claudia Ross sized up Katie Poole, Katie Poole was also scrutinizing her.

She seemed very pleased with Claudia's old maid attire.

Next to Wyatt Perry, there could be no flashy vixens.

Plus, with the serious face that Claudia Ross was now wearing, there was not a hint of flirtation.

Claudia Ross had a brainstorm, humbly bowed to Katie Poole, "Hello, Mrs. Boss, please feel free to command me in the future, I will serve you wholeheartedly."