Wei Anning's steps came to a halt. On the white jade stone-paved path outside the apartment, stood a stunningly beautiful woman—dressed in an immaculate suit, carrying a Chanel purse, and heavily made-up.
Her first words were domineering and aggressive.
"Anning Palace, let me tell you, don't think that just because Gong Ting has your back, you can disregard the Stuart Royal Family. Don't forget, your veins also flow with Stuart Royal Family blood."
Wei Anning furrowed her brows tightly, gazing at the imperious woman. She was Daisy, the third daughter of the Duke of Stuart, an incandescent beauty, and London's top socialite.
"I recall you've warned me more than once not to use the Stuart Royal Family name for personal gain. Last night, when I didn't attend the banquet, you must have felt quite satisfied."
