* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * In the main building of the Wilson family’s villa * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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Emily was frustrated and throwing her clothes and her stuff in anger.
Jenna was sitting at the side and watching everything helplessly.
“disgusting, pathetic, trash, every single one of these clothes is trash Ahhh why on earth this happens to me?”, Emily shouted.
The three young maids who were watching and listening to this all, look at each other with a disgusted look. Anyone will after all the clothes that Emily just called trash are the best clothes in the country. In these clothes the most gorgeous ones were the ones
