"Emerie, what are you doing?" Chaya couldn't stand seeing her daughter being bullied by Emerie and immediately cursed at her, "If you've got the guts, then arrange the banquet hall on the ninth floor. You set everything up then."
"You Wilson Clan saying this meaningless crap right now, if you thought James's preparations weren't high-class enough back then, why didn't you prepare something better yourselves?" Chaya's disdainful gaze swept over Old Mrs. Wilson and Old Mrs. Wilson as she deeply expressed her contempt.
"At least Sophie's parents gave her something, what did your Wilson Clan give Ophelia? Not a damn thing. You didn't even prepare the engagement banquet; it was all organized by the Seymour Family."
"Now you're pointing fingers, but were you willing to contribute back then?" Chaya cursed viciously, "Stop taking advantage and pretending to be innocent here. Isn't it disgusting?"
