Imogene shot a impatient glance at Ashley.
"Mabel, sit down. If she can't watch where she's going, let her suffer."
Mabel sat down leisurely, While Ashley's face turned pale with pain.
Mabel felt a surge of satisfaction, but this was just the appetizer.
"Miss Weston, did the limited - edition bag you asked brother Richard to buy for you last night arrive yet? I'm so envious of you. There are only three of those luxury bags in the world, and you got one with just a simple request."
Imogene's face instantly darkened, and she glanced at Ashley.
"You had Richard buy you a bag, Ashley? Don't think for a second that you're really the future Mrs Andrew. I will never acknowledge you."
Ashley pressed her lips together. Mabel,well played. Not only did she trip her, but she also brought the bag matter in front of Imogene.
But was she really that easy to manipulate?
