Chapter 185
"She's my friend. We have already made plans to leave together," said Sharon, playing along.
"So it's true! Bumpkins do play together," jeered Queenie as she stood in front of Sharon to block off her way
with her other cronies.
"Don't be in such a rush to leave. Since we're all here, why won't you introduce her to us? Pray tell, which slum
did you find your friend from?"
The other socialites cackled eagerly at Queenie's words.
"You're at fault, Sharon. Your family is so rich you're able to afford a dress worth tens of thousands of dollars, so
why didn't you take care of this friend of yours?
"Look at how poorly she's dressed. It's so embarrassing!"
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Sharon's face contorted in shame. She looked at Yolanda apologetically. She felt bad for involving Yolanda in this.
Yolanda saw how uneasy Sharon felt and, with a slight smile, she said, "I'm not interested in branded dresses."
Queenie snorted in contempt. "What? Wow! You're such a good actress. You're acting skills are much better than
Sharon's.
"It's clear that you can't afford anything, yet here you are, acting all aloof saying that you | don't like it. Women
like you disgust me."
As Queenie ranted, she looked at the other socialites pointedly. The others instantly understood what Queenie
wanted. They walked up quickly and surrounded Yolanda as well.
"You gotta follow the local rules no matter where you're at. Since you're so ignorant, letteach you a lesson."
Queenie looked at Yolanda scornfully and lifted her hand. With a fling of her wrist, she threw the contents of her
wine glass at Yolanda.
If it were anyone else who couldn't react in time, they would have been covered with red wine, and their outfits
would have been ruined.
That was also Queenie's intention. She wanted to see Yolanda look miserable with red wine all over her.
However, whatever she had expected to see didn't happen. Contrarily, Yolanda, who looked heavy and clumsy,
was more agile than she had thought.
Not only did Yolanda avoid the red wine that was flung at her, but she also materialized in front of Queenie while
everyone else was still blinking.
"My wine glass-"
The wine glass that was previously in the hands of the girl beside Queenie had suddenly appeared in Yolanda's
hand.
Immediately after that, the half glass full of red wine was flung entirely onto Queenie's face.
"Ahhh!"
Queenie was covered with red wine. Her angry shrieks reverberated through the entire balcony.
She wiped the red wine off her face and hair messily and screeched, "Get security! Quickly! Someone is causing
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In situations like these, even if arguments were to happen, the most that would happen between the people
involved would just be sarcastic mocking or a verbal assault. No one would physically take matters into their own
hands.
Queenie's screams quickly attracted the attention of the security guards patrolling the banquet hall.
"What's going on?"
When the security guards cover to the balcony, they saw the disheveled state that Queenie was in and they
were shocked.
"It's her! She threw red wine at me! Detain her right now!"
Queenie was a VIP who frequently visited this five-star hotel for its high tea. All of the security guards here knew
who she was.
When the security guards heard what Queenie had said about someone causing trouble, they all glared fiercely
at Yolanda.
"You've got sguts. How dare you cause trouble here?"