Hearing that, she stopped and slowly turned around.
"Are you talking about me?" There was little expression on her face, her emotions unexpectedly calm, and she asked calmly.
Lillian White glanced at her without fear in her eyes, sneering, "Whoever we’re talking about knows."
Joanna Lawrence looked at her expressionlessly, not feeling any anger in her heart, just amused, "Well, what you just said is not wrong."
Lillian White and Gretchen Skerit both froze and looked at her in confusion.
They were cursing her, and she agreed?
Did she have a mental breakdown?
Joanna looked at the two like clowns and continued in her indifferent tone, "I do indeed have a beautiful face, and that’s exactly what wealthy people like. If the rich insist on liking me, there’s not much I can do."
Lillian White and Gretchen Skerit were speechless.
Aria Rowlett behind Joanna was also speechless.
Baby, is it really okay for you to say that?
You’re going to anger them to death!
"Your jealousy doesn’t matter. Appearance is given by our parents, it’s natural. Even if I rely on my face for a living, that’s a skill in itself. Not everyone has such luck and ability. After all, only a few are favored by the heavens."
"Others like me are destined to marry into a wealthy family and become a wealthy wife. Have you ever seen a wealthy wife who needs to struggle and work hard on her own? Let the men do the work outside while making money. Me, I just need to focus on being beautiful."
"No matter how dissatisfied you are, it won’t change anything. If you’re really envious and jealous, there’s still a way to change your fate." She paused for a moment, then said earnestly, "Plastic surgery can change your fate. You could also undergo surgery to become the type that wealthy people like. Even if you don’t end up with as good a life as mine, marrying a slightly richer man should be no problem. Keep going, I believe you can do it!"
After saying this, she even clenched her fist and made an encouraging gesture to them.
The faces of Lillian White and Gretchen Skerit instantly turned as black as if they had swept their fingers across the base of a dirty pan.
Aria Rowlett couldn’t help laughing so hard that she was crying.
She discovered that her Baby was quite good at mocking people.
She didn’t even say any offensive words, but she had angered Lillian White and Gretchen Skerit so much that their noses and eyes were crooked.
This is probably the highest level of mockery.
Before, she had never seen Joanna mock someone .
It turned out that she wasn’t incapable of mocking, she just hadn’t met someone who had provoked her to do so.
So Lillian White and Gretchen Skerit deserved it, as they were the ones with the foul mouths in the first place.
Watching them look like they were about to vomit blood from anger, Aria Rowlett’s heart was delightfully content.
"Heh." Another faint laugh sounded behind the two.
As a man’s deep and sexy laughter entered her ears, Joanna was first taken aback, then widened her eyes and slowly turned around.
The lights in the corridor were dim.
The man in a black outfit was quietly standing behind her, his deep eyebrows and slightly pursed sexy thin lips were covered with a light warm glow, his delicate and good-looking features seemed unreal.
Especially when his soul-hooking deep eyes were fixed on her, Joanna Lawrence felt as if her soul had been captured by him.
He seemed like a demon that suddenly appeared from the darkness of the night, exuding lethal danger and temptation all over his body.
Dressed in black, he was filled with a suppressed desire.