The middle-aged woman listened to the surrounding chatter swaying fiercely, her expression immediately turning even more displeased.
"What kind of quality do I have? What's wrong with my loud voice? I was born with it! Twenty thousand, I'm actually showing them sympathy! Open your eyes wide and look closely, my phone screen is studded with crushed diamonds! And who says you can't turn your back at the elevator door? Do you know what a rear-end collision is? They hit me from behind! Clearly, they're fully responsible, each one of you with long hair and short sight, brains must have a hole!"
Arabella Vanderbilt stared at the woman in front of her, her expressions and aura of demeanor becoming increasingly familiar as she spoke.
After a moment, her eyes flickered slightly, lips curling into a sarcastic smile.
