"Aurelia, I really..."
Bang!
Aurelia Shaw had already hung up the phone.
Clara Philips gripped the phone so tightly that the anger in her eyes was almost bursting out.
"Mom, how did it go? Will she be back tomorrow?" Jovana Shaw asked anxiously.
"That little brat didn't fall for it," Clara Philips said resentfully.
"Then what are we going to do? What if she shows up at the gathering tomorrow? Wouldn't she steal my spotlight?" Jovana Shaw frowned.
That damned Aurelia Shaw was always getting in her way.
She really wanted to kill her!
If she had that ability.
Clara Philips cupped Jovana Shaw's cheeks, "Don't worry, Aurelia has never liked attending these kinds of occasions, she might not go. The dress I had custom-made for you was finished today, we'll try it on tomorrow. Wearing that dress, you'll definitely be the center of attention, and the son of the Bradford Family will surely fall for you.
My darling is so beautiful, if he doesn't fancy my darling, then he's blind."
