Logan Miles had always been cold to her, yet he was all smiles when it came to this little girl. The group always fawned over her, but this time, their eyes were only on Vera Wave.
Why is she always the lucky one? Why! The more Irene Spencer thought about it, the angrier she became. These incidents, one after another, were driving her mad with jealousy towards Vera Wave.
Looking at Vera Wave across the table, Irene Spencer slammed her glass down and stood up straight. "Why? Why?!" she shouted.
"Ran!" Anabel Wilton noticed Irene's unstable mood and hurriedly snatched the wine bottle from her hand. "You're drunk. Let's go back, okay?"
"Let go of me! Let me go!" Irene Spencer struggled violently, raising her hand to point at Vera Wave across the table. "You… what's so great about you?"
"Miss Spencer is drunk. Help her back!" the director, noticing something was amiss, immediately waved at Daffa Perkin.
