Bethany turned her head. It was Susan, the minor celebrity.
She wore an ultra-short, bodycon dress, her lips painted a vibrant, almost dripping red. She leaned against the restroom door, eyeing Bethany sideways.
Bethany smiled. “Long time no see.”
This Susan, it was clear she meant trouble. Bethany quickened her actions. There was no need to tangle with someone like her.
Clicking in ten-centimeter high heels, Susan swayed over to Bethany, sizing her up and down.
“Tsk, tsk, trading up, I see. Just a few days, and you’re wearing designer labels, holding your head high.”
Susan deliberately stepped back, blocking Bethany’s path.
“Bethany, right? With looks like yours, you actually managed to become the mistress. Truly remarkable!”
Bethany frowned. “Excuse me.”
Seeing Bethany try to le
