"Why?" Sophie Smith's lips curled into a slight smile, "Is the identity of the third Young Madam of the Golden Era Consortium enough for you?"
"You!"
Irene Morton felt a deep stab in her heart. The third Young Madam of the Golden Era?
She suddenly remembered her grand wedding with Asher Land, the event that stirred the entire city. She was as majestic as one could be, and Asher Land showed the world that Sophie Smith was his woman.
The atmosphere turned awkward; the man standing there looked increasingly uncomfortable. Being caught by his wife while out looking for a mistress...
"Miss Morton, are you willing to go for any man now?"
Eva Miller had walked in unknowingly. The man before her was nothing compared to Asher Land, like heaven and earth.
"Yeah, I'll follow any man with money. What can I say? I'm strapped for cash right now." Irene curled her lips, "I'm not like the third Young Madam of the Golden Era, who always has someone supporting her from behind."
