Chapter 465 Guest

• Once Eva emerged from the kitchen, she draped her arms around Amelia's shoulders. Upon seeing how Eva clung to the latter, Rory beamed. “Amelia, who is this? The two of you look very close. Is she a relative of yours?”
• Eva glared at Rory as she knitted her brows together. “I'm her cousin,” she retorted indignantly. “Who are you? Also, do you mind sitting a little further away from James? A woman should have the appropriate manners and bearing. Did you think you could pass off as someone from the upper class just because you tried? Just take a look at your tanned skin. It's clear that you're a country bumpkin.”
• Immediately, a look of anger flitted across Rory's gaze. She didn't expect Eva to respond so impolitely. She lacks even the most basic mannerisms. How despicable!