Chapter 197 An Eye for an Eye

Francesca watched coldly as those socialites crawled out of the restaurant, their heels clicking clumsily against the tiled floor. Her eyes were sharp as ice as she admired the show. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, frosty and mocking. "Don't be fooled by their designer outfits. Their sons and daughters might look like trust fund kids, but when it comes to kissing up to the rich, they wag their tails harder than dogs. After all, one handbag from those ladies is worth more than any business deal their husband could land in a year."