Shelly inexplicably choked for a moment, the expression on her face instantly cooled, and there was more calculation under her eyes.
“Miss Roach, how long have you and Matthew been together? You don’t know anything about his past.”
“Is that so?” Blanca Roach looked at her with her hand on her head, blinked and gave a light laugh, “So what, Miss Shelly, you don’t know anything about his present either.”
“Miss Roach, words can’t be spoken too soon.”
Shelly shook the cup in her hand and glanced at someone who didn’t seem to care.
The marriage of a rich family is unstable, who can be sure that Blanca Roach, the woman can always sit in the position of Mrs. Grant, so what if there are children, it is not certain who wins!
Blanca Roach ruffled her hair around her ears with her hand, not bothering to fight with this person here, it’s not interesting.
Shelly looked at Blanca Roach does not take her seriously, lightly hummed, pulled the corner of the mouth, showing an extremely “intimate” smile, holding a glass of wine closer to her.
“Miss Roach, are you afraid of losing?”
Blanca Roach frowned and turned her head, but when Shelly tipped her glass, a whole glass of wine was poured onto Blanca Roach’s dress, instantly staining a large area.
“Ah!”
Blanca Roach took a few steps back, looked at her dress, and stared up at Shelly with surprise in her eyes.
She would never have thought that Shelly would pull a stunt like that in front of so many people, just to compete with her for lip service?
“I’m sorry, Miss Roach, I didn’t mean to do that, I just wanted to get closer.”
Shelly was busy putting the wine glass in her hand on the table and went up to check the condition of Blanca Roach’s dress, but the corner of her mouth hung a cold smile that was not easily detectable.
The dress was couture, and the fabric was already delicate, so special care had to be taken to wash it once, let alone drench it in wine.
Blanca Roach frowned and turned sideways to avoid Shelly’s “attentiveness” and waved her hand.
“You don’t have to move, this dress is a couture in France, just yesterday by mail, Miss Shelly, do you have a bank card or cash?”
“What?”
Shelly froze for a moment, her outstretched hand frozen in place.
“I mean, Miss Shelly, how do you want to pay for it?”
Blanca Roach’s face did not change, looking at her sideways with an innocent face, “This dress is haute couture, you spilled a glass of wine on it is certainly not wearable, but today is the first time I wear it, Miss Shelly even if you did not mean to, you should also pay for it, right?”
“I, I …”
Shelly was choked speechless for a moment, can only freeze in place.
The commotion here attracted Matthew Grant’s attention, he frowned, wondering what this little woman was up to again, and went to the rest area after a polite word with the person in front of him.
“Blanca, what’s wrong?”
“Husband …”
Blanca Roach pampered shouted, aggrieved little model, so Matthew Grant could not help but feel crispy in his heart, can not help but pull the hand of his own little woman.
“Matthew …”
Shelly saw Matthew Grant, eyes immediately lit up a little, just opened his mouth but was interrupted by Blanca Roach out loud.
“Honey, look at my dress all wet by Miss Shelly, it was custom made for me in France by you, now I can’t wear it after wearing it once.”
“Hmm?”
Matthew Grant raised an eyebrow, reading the small mind in Blanca Roach’s heart, a smile crossed his eyes and coughed.
“Indeed, so what do you think should be done about it, wife?”
Blanca Roach glanced over the person in front of her, her hand casually patted the place where the dress was stained, and spoke softly.
“This dress will be given to you, Miss Shelly, the tag I will then have someone give you along with the dress, and the money will be sent to our house.”
“Miss Shelly, you know the road, right?”