Sarah Sullivan was a bit startled by Strider Laiperze's outburst.
She did just laugh.
But she wasn't laughing at this man, she was laughing at her nominal husband—Anthony Varley.
Because just now, she clearly heard that the stylishly dressed, beautiful woman kept claiming that the man she loves is Anthony Varley.
And with the Varley Clan's luxurious car picking her up, it definitely wasn't just a coincidence of names.
So, is this woman her rival?
Her husband truly seems to attract a lot of attention.
Should she act like a legitimate wife, step forward and smack the mistress, or tear apart the concubine?
Of course not.
Sarah just thought about it; she wouldn't do such a boring thing.
Nor did she feel any jealousy inside.
Sarah smiled, simply finding the situation quite interesting.
Casually going out on the street and encountering a rival, for Anthony, is this a romantic blessing or a romantic disaster?
