"No need, I have clothes."
July Quinn didn’t directly roll her eyes at Nina Quinn, which was already quite comndable on her part.
Every ti, whether it was Nina or the Quinn Family, they always handed her out-of-season luxury items.
Trying to make her embarrass herself in front of other socialites, thinking she couldn’t tell?
"This Continental Hotel’s backstage belongs to the Angela Club, where wealthy people worldwide desperately want to join. They usually host top-notch billionaires and so elite officials. It’s only because Master Jacobs helped book the side hall today, you can get in here and see the world. Why not seize this rare opportunity, and instead show up in those rags of yours, dirtying others’ eyes?"
Charles Quinn stepped forward, criticizing July without understanding the situation, while simultaneously complinting Nathan Jacobs.
"July, don’t be stubborn, go change with Nina."
Nathan Jacobs, after instructing Manager Wright about so matters, also ca to join the commotion.
Only he didn’t notice that Manager Wright’s figure froze when he saw July Quinn.
July Quinn was... very annoyed.
She really wished her uncle could co soon.
That way, she could use her status as aunt to silence so people.
Thinking about this, July sent a ssage to Kyle Keaton.
[Honey, haven’t you arrived yet?]
Kyle quickly replied.
[Isn’t there more than two hours left? So early, to chat about life ideals with the server?]
[But I miss you, honey.]
However, after she sent this ssage, Kyle didn’t reply for a long ti.
July weighed her options and decided to up the ante.
[Honey, my period just ended today. If you co early, we can go ho early and do what we love.]
As expected, Kyle replied quickly this ti.
[Give ten minutes.]
[Got it, honey, kisses.]
As long as the mind doesn’t slump, there’s always more solutions than problems.
See, Kyle agreed to co right away?
July was satisfied and switched the chat window to the Black Market website.
Black Market website, full na Black Market Trading Network.
As the na suggests, anything in the world can be traded here.
This is an age-old international black market trade, transford with the ever-changing technology.
Even human organs can be sold here.
Because it’s an internationally used Black Market website, the app offers multiple language options.
July has set the language not to her recently used native language, nor the African language the Quinn Family assud she only knew, but to English.
However, today July was looking for not human organs, but the rare flower from Yuxian County.
Many people believe the Yuxian County flower is rely fictional from "White-haired Demoness."
But in fact, it truly exists.
It only blooms once every sixty years, so very few have seen it.
And when it blooms, it always produces two flowers.
One red, one white; the red like blood, the white like jade.
In "White-haired Demoness," this flower is said to have rejuvenating, hair-turning black effects.
But in reality, it doesn’t have these miraculous effects, though it has a significant effect on reversing heart damage.
July Quinn seeks the Yuxian County flower for her own heart.
Her heart is in very bad condition.
Doctors previously determined she wouldn’t live past 25 without surgery.
This year, July is already 20 years old, and her heart is nearing its limit.
So finding the Yuxian County flower is urgent.
If it weren’t for this, she wouldn’t use her old account on the black market to post a trade listing—"One Yuxian County flower, trade amount one hundred million."
After posting the trade listing, July wanted to check if anyone accepted the trade.
But just then, Amanda Ford’s sharp accusations disrupted her peace.
"Look at your attitude, elders are talking to you and you’re mindlessly playing with your phone."
Amanda always waited for July to change her outfit, to avoid embarrassnt.
Yet July continued to fiddle with her phone, treating them as re air.
How could she just sit and watch?
"Then don’t talk to ." July found the noise annoying and just glanced at Amanda.
Indeed, compared to Charles Quinn, Amanda Ford’s attitude toward July was much worse.
Every ti she clashed with Nina, Amanda would indiscriminately scold July, even resorting to physical aggression.
July never felt a mother’s love from Amanda, only the blows of a stepmother.
"What kind of attitude is this? If I don’t teach you a lesson today, I won’t be a Ford."
Once again, Amanda was about to slap July without hesitation.
But as she raised her hand, before she could land a slap, soone grabbed her...
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