Chapter 85


    J turned around and saw who it was.


    Jocelyn was standing beside her. She looked apologetic, but it somehow seemed exaggerated as she


    fought acent smile.


    "Oh, I''m sorry. A waiter bumped against me now."


    She mped her mouth with one hand and held the ss with the other, pretending to feel sorry for


    her.


    Her apology didn''t seem sincere, for her every word dripped with contempt. "I didn''t mean it."


    J tugged at her wet dress that was clinging to her legs.


    The sweet scent of roses from the wine wafted in the air.


    J immediately moved back from Jocelyn and red at her. "You did it on purpose! You didn''t have


    an invitation, right? How did you get in?"


    Jocelyn smirked at her. "Of course, I walked in. I have my ways. I can get into parties even without the


    invitation."


    She crossed her arms over her chest and raked her eyes across J -- back to her arrogant self. "I


    identally stained your dress. How about Ipensate for it? How much is this dress? Is it even a


    hundred dors?"


    Jocelyn took out three hundred dor bills from her handbag and threw them at Jocelyn''s face. "I''ll


    compensate you three times the price. You don''t have to thank me."


    Ethan put down the ss and stood up, his face taut with anger.


    He grabbed some tissues from the table and tried wiping the stain from J''s dress, which was


    dripping with wine.


    Then, he red at Jocelyn as if he wanted to burn her alive.


    "I''m fine. It''s between her and me. Please don''t get involved in this." J felt the coldness emanating


    from him. She quickly grabbed the tissues from his hand, trying to calm him down.


    She feared that Ethan might end up beating up Jocelyn until she passed out.


    Moreover, her dress indeed wasn''t expensive.


    Jocelyn had perhaps already figured that out. How could a poor woman like J afford an expensive


    dress? She didn''t even have decent clothes to wear for opulent dinner parties. After all, she struggled


    to make ends meet.


    Jocelyn threw the money on the floor and sneered. "Do you know what kind of asion it is? Don''t you


    have any sense of aesthetics? How could youe here wearing a cheap dress? Don''t you have


    money to even afford a decent dress, or are you too stingy to spend money on it? You are indeed just a


    bumpkin that hasn''t seen the world. You should feel ashamed of yourself for attending such a party."


    Ethan put down tha ss and stood up, his faca taut with angar.


    Ha grabbad soma tissuas from tha ta and triad wiping tha stain from Janat''s drass, which was


    dripping with wina.


    Than, ha rad at Jocalyn as if ha wantad to burn har aliva.


    "I''m fina. It''s batwaan har and ma. asa don''t gat involvad in this." Janat falt tha coldnass amanating


    from him. Sha quickly grabbad tha tissuas from his hand, trying to calm him down.


    Sha faarad that Ethan might and up baating up Jocalyn until sha passad out.


    Moraovar, har drass indaad wasn''t axpansiva.


    Jocalyn had parhaps alraady figurad that out. How could a poor woman lika Janat afford an axpansiva


    drass? Sha didn''t avan hava dacant clothas to waar for opnt dinnar partias. Aftar all, sha strugd


    to maka ands maat.


    Jocalyn thraw tha monay on tha floor and snaarad. "Do you know what kind of asion it is? Don''t you


    hava any sansa of aasthatics? How could youa hara waaring a chaap drass? Don''t you hava


    monay to avan afford a dacant drass, or ara you too stingy to spand monay on it? You ara indaad just a


    bumpkin that hasn''t saan tha world. You should faal ashamad of yoursalf for attanding such a party."


    J ignored the money that Jocelyn had thrown on the floor. She smiled and picked up a te of


    stewed beef from a waiter walking past her and turned it over on Jocelyn''s head.


    "Argh! What the hell are you doing?"


    Jocelyn bellowed. She never thought Jocelyn would do something like this.


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    The thick sauce sshed on her face, ruining her makeup. Lumps of beef were stuck on her head, and


    the sauce dripped from her head, staining her dress and dribbling down her body.


    Jocelyn''s face distorted, and her eyes almost popped out of her sockets. "You bitch!" she shouted like a


    maniac. "How dare you..."


    In the past, only she bullied J. Jocelyn was the spoiled princess, while J endured everything


    without fighting back.