In the restaurant.
Elisa Harris put the bag on the dining table and raised her chin proudly to look at Moly Harris : “If you have something to say, I will have a date with Eva Spenser later.”
As she spoke, she raised her hands and admired her newly made nails.
She glanced at the opposite Moly Harris inadvertently. She was really dressed like a day for ten years, plain long quilted jacket, sallow skin, black-rimmed glasses, and ugly eyes.
A woman like this, still wanting to steal a man from her?
Only those fools on the Internet will believe it.
Moly Harris lowered her eyes, holding the water glass, rubbing her hands on the wall of the glass helplessly, but from the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of a man in ordinary clothes sitting down at the dining table in the back.
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