"Hey, Xiaonan, look!" Amanda Chapman had a keen eye. Pointing at the tractor on the bridge, she asked, "Isn't that the homewrecker who seduced Huo's dad?"
Tang Xiaonan looked up. The woman on the tractor wore a high-end cashmere coat, a beret, and sunglasses—an outfit that wouldn't be out of place even in the modern era. 'I have to admit,' Tang Xiaonan thought, 'this mistress really knows how to dress, and she has a certain flair.'
Unlike Rosalind Green's timid and submissive nature, Bernice was confident and radiant. Although her features weren't as delicate and beautiful as Rosalind Green's, Bernice had a sparkle of her own that could just as easily capture a man's attention.
If Rosalind Green was a delicate, parasitic vine, then Bernice was a tenacious creeper. Both depended on men, but while the delicate vine would wither away without its host tree, the creeper could wind itself around a man until it choked him—or simply find a stronger tree to cling to.
