"Truly satisfying, a mistress flaunting herself right in front of the wife, if it were me, I'd smack her twice on the spot."
"She's buying clothes for her husband, and this one keeps finding faults, saying this doesn't suit him, that one she doesn't like... At first, I also thought she was the mistress, but then she was talking about sizes from years ago, not even good as a mistress, huh?"
"She looks pretty enough, why does she do such things?"
"Tsk, have you ever seen an ugly mistress?"
"True."
Although they were speaking in hushed tones, Selvia Todd heard them, and naturally, Arabella Vanderbilt heard too.
Selvia Todd clenched her teeth, catching sight of Arabella Vanderbilt's half-smiling expression, feeling utterly humiliated and her anger reaching its peak.
Her breathing grew heavy and rapid from anger, and she was at her limit, wanting to tear up those salespeople's mouths.
The salespeople, intimidated by her furious demeanor, took a few steps back, warily watching her.
