The people from Creybia had all greeted Oriel respectfully when they saw her.
"Mrs. Snider."
"Good morning, Mrs. Snider."
Jean held herself up forcefully so she didn't look too battered.
She didn't expect Oriel to be here at all. And from what she had just said, it sounded very obvious that she was on Yolanda-the-bitch's side.
How was that possible?
There were so many people who wanted to curry favor with Oriel but couldn't find a way to. What has Yolanda, a useless piece of trash from a third-line city, done to get Oriel to help her like this?
Alfred had stepped out to personally support Yolanda. No matter the outcome, Yolanda had already gotten the boost of popularity and dignity Alfred's action had brought. Now that Oriel had personally come to go up against Boris, that was practically boosting Yolanda up beyond the influence-heaven!
Jean's fingernails dug deeply into her skin. Her face, thick with foundation and powder was contorted beyond words with her feeling shocked, jealous, and furious.
At the same time, Lennox and Miranda's faces fell as well.
They were well aware of Oriel's background.
As for ordinary people like Kate, who had no chance of knowing the people on the top of the social ladder, when she heard the comments of the bystanders around her, she was so frightened that all she could do was scrunch her neck. She didn't even dare to speak a word.
At the same time, envy flooded her heart, causing negative emotions like reluctance and others to bubble uncontrollably.
How could the piece of trash, Yolanda, ever get a chance to know Oriel?
"Who the heck is Yolanda?" Jean growled. Danger flashed in her eyes. "I refuse to believe a lowly peasant like her would be so capable."
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty