Seraphina Sinclair knew that coming back to Bayside City, she would sooner or later see lanie Lloyd, but she didn’t expect it to be so soon. Her clear eyes now resembled frozen ice, and she sneered, "You’re still alive, why would I be dead?"
"Oh right, I forgot, disasters last a thousand years, but Miss Lloyd, over the years, night after night, haven’t you had nightmares?"
Seraphina propped her chin with one hand, her red lips slightly curved, hatred surging in her eyes, while the other hand tightly clenched into a fist by her side.
The tornt of the past, she doesn’t dare forget for a mont.
"You—"
lanie Lloyd took a deep breath, almost bursting into curses, wishing to tear Seraphina apart on the spot, but unwilling to lose face in front of everyone, she could only suppress her anger and turn to the sales manager next to her.
"What are you doing?"
"Manager, I was showing them the houses, but they seem... to think it’s too expensive." The sales manager wasn’t a fool, she could naturally see that lanie Lloyd and Seraphina Sinclair were at odds.
lanie Lloyd, the future lady of Lloyd Group, now also the head of Royal Vista, wouldn’t miss such a good opportunity to curry favor.
"Too expensive? Ha!"
With a cold laugh, lanie Lloyd slightly raised her head, looking down her nose, her attitude dismissive, her tone mocking, "Coming to see villas without money, what’s the point of pretending to be rich?"
Back then, Seraphina Sinclair managed to escape the big fire; not dying, she was lucky.
Now, as the future lady of the Lloyd Group, a listed company worth billions, what is Seraphina Sinclair compared to her?
Just a worm from a dirty gutter.
Seraphina Sinclair tossed her well-maintained hair, revealing a defiant look in her eyes, "Tsk, calling it luxury while the furniture is shoddy, the drainage is poor, and the property managent is practically non-existent. They don’t even carefully check the vehicles coming and going and still have the audacity to call themselves a villa area. The people behind such developnts are as low as you are, just selling dog at while hanging a sheep’s head."
Seraphina’s voice was not small, and the sarcasm in her words was evident, attracting the attention of other custors in the sales office.
lanie Lloyd’s face turned pale and then flushed.
Perhaps others didn’t know, but she understood; Seraphina was insinuating. Back then, she was still Ethan Lloyd’s sister. Clearly in love, yet unable to go public, she could only stay by Seraphina’s side, to catch a glimpse of the man she loved.
At this mont, she was gnashing her teeth in hatred, but had no way to confront her publicly.
Holding her breath, lanie Lloyd sneered, "Ha, a pauper intentionally picking faults, after years of no contact, her tone has grown bigger. Coming out of a ntal hospital, a lunatic dare to even try buying from Royal Vista, have you hooked up with a wealthy patron?"
lanie said this, glancing at the silent Desmond Fairchild beside her; he seed very busy, replying to ssages from ti to ti.
She quickly scanned her mind; there was no such figure in the Bayside City’s high society.
The man stood beside Seraphina Sinclair, tall and possessing a cool deanor. Just standing behind her gave the illusion he was wrapping Seraphina in his arms, his strong presence overwhelming enough to make her breathless.
Watching the intimate posture between the two, lanie Lloyd felt an indescribable discomfort and jealousy in her heart.
The wretched woman who didn’t manage to die had the nerve to snatch such an excellent man, she really couldn’t grasp who was blind enough for this.
The word ’ntal hospital’ made Seraphina sting, and she coolly replied, "Must it take hooking up with a wealthy patron to have money?"
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