"You—" Gemma was furious. She had always been pampered and indulged, with those young socialites treating her with utmost respect and constantly seeking her favor. She never encountered anyone like Alice Conley.
"Also, you don't need to give me money this time. I never planned on being with your son. We broke up years ago, and I have no intention of getting back together now. So rest assured, my misfortune will not become your son's misfortune!" After finishing these words in one breath, Alice Conley turned and left the private room.
Gemma was left alone, gripping the teacup in anger. She had to retract her previous impression; this girl was completely different from three years ago.
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The next day, when Alice Conley arrived at work, Mabel Quinn noticed her looking fatigued and asked, "You didn't sleep well last night?"
