Wang Yan said indignantly:
"Wen Wan, you’re just too kind, which is why people take advantage of you. A woman , who doesn’t know her place, has no right to be in our circle. Wen Wan, don’t say I didn’t give you face."
"Exactly, Wen Wan, don’t casually connect with people and end up being used instead. This world is full of scheming women pretending to share sisterly bonds, but in reality, they’re just trying to use your resources."
"Right, Wen Wan, you’re now the head of D&M in Huaxia. So many people want to bask in your glory. A clueless person like that? Just dismiss her outright."
Mo Wenwan enjoyed the flattery from the group while feeling smug inside. Qin Miaomiao, you haven’t even entered the circle, and you’re already being ostracized. These women are highly influential across the entire entertainment industry; let’s see how far you’ll go!
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A cold, clear voice sounded, and everyone turned to look. A woman wearing a high-end custom smoky gray pantsuit was walking over, step by step.
She was stunningly beautiful, with refined features and a tall, graceful figure. Her wavy hair cascaded down one shoulder, her makeup was minimal yet exquisite, and her aura was exceptionally poised. Her gaze, however, was razor-sharp.
The bag in her hand appeared understated, but sharp eyes could discern it was a globally limited edition—a modest display of luxury.
"But Miss Mo, didn’t you say the time was three o’clock?"
Mo Wenwan’s expression stiffened briefly. A moment later, she intentionally adopted a magnanimous tone and said:
"Then I must have misremembered the time. My mistake for delaying you by an hour."
Wang Yan noticed Mo Wenwan conceding and sneered, "Forgetting the time and then blaming someone else? This is a first for me."
"Exactly, being late is one thing, nobody would really complain, but the attitude here is definitely questionable."
"Whatever, she’s a big shot. We should be the ones waiting for her. After all, she’s at the peak of her fame right now."
Listening to these sarcastic remarks, Qin Miaomiao’s lips curved upward slightly. It seemed that Mo Wenwan was quite adept at sowing discord. She had only just arrived and had already attracted this much resentment.
On the surface, Mo Wenwan was introducing her to these socialite ladies, but in reality, her intention was to sever any possibility of a good rapport between Qin Miaomiao and them!
The entertainment industry was vast, and no single person could navigate it alone. These socialite women belonged to fixed circles, with substantial backing and entanglements of interests—it was no trivial matter.
Breaking into their established network was nearly impossible, while being excluded by them was all too easy.
Mo Wenwan was truly shrewd. Right from the start, she delivered a deliberate power play.
Qin Miaomiao chuckled softly and said in a calm tone, "Sorry, I brought a friend along. I hope you don’t mind?"
Lv Pingting let out a mocking laugh. "This is a private clubhouse, not a place for just any Tom, Dick, or Harry. Miss Qin, you’d better think this through."
"Wen Wan, look at the kind of person you’ve brought along. Didn’t we agree that only people of certain status and standing can enter Morton Manor? Don’t lower our standards."
Feigning an awkward smile, Mo Wenwan played the mediator and said, "Miss Qin, I’m really sorry. This place is truly not open to just anyone. If it’s not too much trouble, could you ask your friend to step aside for now?"
At this moment, a deep voice rang out:
"Oh? It seems this place doesn’t welcome us. Mr. Hilton, let’s take our leave."
Everyone focused their attention and collectively gasped in shock!
What a strikingly androgynous beauty! With shoulder-length golden hair, sharp and refined facial contours, there was a mesmerizing allure that blended femininity and masculinity. Yet his flat chest clearly marked him as a man.
Someone exclaimed in astonishment, "Oh my god, is he that top model from the fashion world—Wol?!"