Why is it impossible when it comes to the formidable Mrs. Summer here?
Arabella Vanderbilt raised an eyebrow, looking at the fat woman with a half-smile, "Oh? You don't believe me when I say it's not me, but you believe her when she says it's not her? Why such deep trust between the two of you?"
Mrs. Summer frowned, "I just saw you standing with my husband at the door of the room..."
"Did something happen between me and your husband? Did he touch me, or did I stick to him? Or perhaps something actually happened between us at the door?"
Mrs. Summer remained resolute, "It definitely wasn't that woman either!"
"Why?"
"Because the voice on the call that notified me was that woman's voice! If she were the mistress, why would she call me to catch her?"
"..."
Wella Gray bit her teeth, not feeling much joy even after Mrs. Summer came out to clarify!
Her face alternated between blue and white.
Febriana Clemens was dumbfounded on the side!
