She frowned, and seeing her nonchalant yet confident expression made her feel despised from the bottom of her heart.
Faye Wright naturally didn't like what she saw either. She crossed her arms and sat down on the couch, lifting one leg over the other with a cold sneer on her face as she looked at her.
"How is it, Sister Arabella? I heard that you also participated in the International Perfumery Competition. How many points did you get? What was your rank? Do you have any idea in your mind?"
Women from all corners of the room began turning their attention towards this direction.
"It's unnecessary to talk about the score, as for the rank..."
She raised her eyes and glanced at Arabella Vanderbilt before continuing indifferently: "I naturally have some idea."
"Tsk!"
