The more Melanie spoke, the more venomous her gaze became.
She had an innocent, beautiful face and a sweet, melodious voice. But the words that came out of her mouth were like sharp daggers, stabbing into Shermaine’s heart.
Melanie grinned as she watched Shermaine’s face grow paler, expecting to see her explode in anger. But to her surprise, Shermaine simply took a deep breath.
Suddenly, Shermaine reached out, snatching the sample bottle from Melanie’s hand. Her voice was calm, but there was a clear trace of mockery in it.
“Is this the big brand you think it is? How unfortunate—its value doesn’t even measure up to a fraction of what I use. You probably don’t know, but everything that touches my skin is handpicked by Ezra. He even has specialists customize them for me because I’ve always pursued something unique. From the looks of it, he doesn’t seem to put as much effort into you.”
The mockery in Shermaine’s voice made Melanie’s face twist in anger.
Shermaine’s eyes stayed cold as she continued, “Yes, I’ve known about you for a long time. But guess what? I never came looking for you because you’re not even worthy of being my rival. You only live for the approval of men and measure your worth by their attention; someone like you would never be a challenge for me. If you hadn’t insisted on constantly showing up in front of me, I wouldn’t have bothered to speak to you at all. You think that man’s everything you’ve ever wanted, huh? Well, you can have him.”
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