Leanne Richards didn't recognize who this person was at first, but felt she looked somewhat familiar.
The aura of nobility around her wasn't built on bespoke clothing or priceless jewelry around her neck, but was cultivated naturally from growing up in an environment full of affluence and elegance.
Inexplicably, as she met the compelling gaze of this woman, Leanne felt a bit intimidated.
Especially since there were two black-clad bodyguards standing behind her, amplifying her formidable presence.
Looking at Evelyn Taylor, Leanne instinctively shrank back, but seeing all those curious eyes around her, she straightened her back and angrily said:
"Who are you to hit me?"
"Who am I? I'm her mother, and you just cursed my daughter with your foul mouth!"
The newcomer was Evelyn Taylor, and each of her words hammered down on Leanne's skull, once again leaving her dumbfounded.
