Chapter 439 The Martins

• “Compared to seeing you in despair, it doesn't really matter if my way looks ridiculous.” After finishing her tea, Monica was now straightening her dress. She looked as beautiful as a painting coming to life. Only if the beautiful woman would stop attacking people with her words.
• “Hey, you! Can you hear all the nonsense that you're talking about? Do you not see how insanely arrogant you are?” Sabrina couldn't contain herself and blurted.
• I gave the woman a little nudge and was about to say something when we were all disrupted by a familiar sound of car engine. Together, we turned toward the source of the sound and saw a red Maserati pulling up at the entrance.