If being infuriating was a skill with different ranks, Shirley Thorne would be at the absolute top.
The moment the words left her mouth, a wave of suppressed snickers rippled through the surrounding staff.
Yvette Grant may have been part of the Grant Family, and they were standing in the Grant Hotel, but she had been driven out of the country long ago. As a result, the staff didn't take her seriously in the slightest.
It was a miracle they managed to keep from laughing out loud.
Besides, they had already received instructions about Mrs. Thorne. This was all part of President Grant's plan to beat the schemers at their own game.
Yvette Grant wasn't deaf; she could certainly hear the mockery.
Ever since she'd found Mrs. Thorne, she'd been itching to tear Shirley Thorne into a million pieces.
'That bitch. How dare she imply that I'm anything like Mrs. Thorne?'
'I'm a worldly intellectual who studied overseas!'
'And Mrs. Thorne?'
