Rosie burst out in anger: "…What!?"
"Miss Rowan said one thing right."
Rosie clenched her fists, looking at people moving back and forth, forcing herself to suppress the urge to slap her, and asked, "What was that?"
Tiana Thorne laughed seductively: "I'm not just an actress, I'm a con artist too."
She immediately understood the meaning behind it.
What she said earlier was all a lie.
She's an actress, playing a fortune teller is a piece of cake, so…
Rosie's face turned ashen, gritting her teeth in anger as she questioned, "You dare play me!?"
"Play you?" She shrugged, her eyes shimmering: "You're not worth it, just used you to get into the Hawthorne family's door."
Rosie's head buzzed, and in an instant, she understood everything.
She had seen Uncle Lee greeting guests earlier, and this whole act was for Uncle Lee, while she had become Tiana's stepping stone.
Rosie shouted in anger: "Tiana Thorne!"
She raised her hand, about to slap hard.
