Nowadays, it’s the era of mistresses running rampant.
Even close friends can become mistresses, let alone those young, pretty girls in their early twenties.
It’s truly a momentary thing for them to push you out until you’re worthless.
I believe you wouldn’t want the boyfriend you’ve protected for many years to be lured away by a mistress, right?
Let me tell you, if you don’t treat yourself well now, you’ll soon become an abandoned woman.
Danielle, do you agree with what I’m saying?"
Danielle nodded in agreement repeatedly: "Absolutely, absolutely, Zenia, you really need to have some crisis awareness.
I remember you’ve been with your boyfriend for six or seven years, right?
But it seems you’ve never mentioned anything about him proposing to you.
Things can’t go on ; you should listen to Faye Townsend."
Seeing that Zenia wouldn’t budge, Faye Townsend smiled with crossed arms: "Zenia, surely... your boyfriend doesn’t really stop you from spending money, right?
My ex-husband used to be rich too.
Even though he didn’t have time to be with me or love me much, I could spend his money freely."
Zenia opened her bag, handed the card to the salesgirl, whose smile nearly split her face in two.
Soon, the salesgirl came over, inviting Zenia to enter her pin and sign.
"Ma’am, the total is 1,080,000, please sign after entering your pin."
Faye Townsend’s eyes flashed with intrigue as she stood by.
Zenia signed with a bitter expression.
Faye Townsend instructed her to give her address to the salesgirl, who would have her clothes delivered to her home.
She glanced up at Faye Townsend, then reluctantly turned and gave her address to the salesgirl.
One million eighty thousand, for some reason, she felt a bit anxious inside.
Leaving the boutique, Faye Townsend walked over to Clara’s side, turning back to look at Zenia and Danielle.
"Zenia, Danielle, it’s getting late today.
We can’t continue shopping with you, let’s arrange another day when we have time."
"Sure, Faye, I don’t have your number yet, could you give me your phone number?"
"The number I used in Eldoria is no longer in use.
For now, I’ll just give you my MSN.
If anything comes up, you can contact me through MSN."
Faye said as she took out a small notebook from her bag, wrote down an MSN ID, and handed it to Danielle.
"For the class reunion, leave me a message a few days in advance.
If I’m abroad, I need to prepare in advance to come back."
"Got it, leave it to me, don’t worry."
Faye Townsend gave Danielle a faint smile and left, arm in arm with Clara.
The two didn’t continue shopping; Faye Townsend directly pulled her downstairs.
In the elevator, Clara asked curiously, "Faye, who was that woman earlier, she was quite generous."
Faye Townsend turned and looked at her with a cunning smile.
"What are you smiling at?" Clara felt that Faye Townsend was hard to figure out at that moment.
"That woman named Zenia is Hunter Warren’s current girlfriend." Faye Townsend smiled calmly at her.
"What?" Hearing this, Clara’s voice unconsciously raised several notches.
"Are you saying... the third party who ruined your relationship with Hunter Warren is your classmate?"
"Oliver didn’t tell you? She’s not only my college dorm mate but also my best friend."
Clara got off the elevator and turned around, intending to go back.
Faye Townsend held her back: "Where are you going."
"You should have told me earlier.
Such a person should be hit every time you meet them.
Your best friend steals your man, you can take that?"
"Why should I hit her, hitting her would hurt my hand."
"Fine, if you don’t want to, I’ll go."
Faye Townsend pulled her out: "You’re not allowed to go either.
There are plenty of ways to take revenge in this world.
The dumbest way is to use your fists to relieve the guilty cynics.
She would love for me to hit her once, that way she would feel she doesn’t owe me anything anymore.
But I absolutely refuse.
I want to whittle away all her pretenses bit by bit, torment her penny by penny.
That’s the only way to repay her betrayal of me."
Hearing this, Clara suddenly found Faye Townsend to be a truly terrifying woman.
However, this terrifying aspect seemed all the more justified because she was the victim.
"Then why help her get dressed up to seduce Hunter Warren.
Is it that seeing them unmarried isn’t infuriating enough?"
"Ha." Faye Townsend turned her head with a smile.
Clara was speechless: "Look at you, smiling again."
"How are you so sure I’m helping her?
I know Hunter Warren, so rest assured, I’m definitely not helping her."