Chapter 1769 Throw This Disgusting Woman Out

• Melivy snorted coldly, her tone dripping with dissatisfaction. “Rosetta Lynds, what exactly are you trying to say? Is this how you repay my efforts to mold you into a socialite?”
• After she had said that, she rolled her eyes at Ashlyn, saying from her high horse, “Given your dire financial straits, I don't want to make things difficult for you. This outfit of mine is worth around twenty thousand, but I won't ask you to compensate the full amount. Pay ten thousand, kneel, and apologize to me, then I'll let you off.”
• “Wow! Even a single piece of clothing you wear is so expensive, Ms. Carter! How wealthy! You're truly a socialite,” a woman immediately complimented Melivy, her eyes sparkling with admiration.